We talk about the weather
in lieu of things
we cannot change.

We talk about your family
of whom I can’t
recall theirs names.

We buzz about the birds
as if we understand
what they say.

But we note it all
sounds so lovely
why can’t this be a perfect day?

Author: Rj Wiechecki

I am a writer, both poet and philosopher. I do works of philosophy through the medium of poetry. I also do commissioned work as a poet as a business.

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About Rj Wiechecki

I am a writer, both poet and philosopher. I do works of philosophy through the medium of poetry. I also do commissioned work as a poet as a business.

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