Friday, November 07, 2014

across a crowded street

from a life that flipped pages
back and forth, to a life
that replayed favorite moments
rewind, forward
onwards to a third
that reinvents favorite outcomes
replay level
and blink across the crowded street
I must swerve and land
make inroads in the open sea
draw footsteps in the sand
choosing land has many strings
that pull inside the gut
yet trees and grass and mud are same
as are flowers and blood

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