I think about leaving sometimes and walking barefoot outside I think about cracking the door to let in the rain and untinting my windows so the sun can bleach my things I think about taking off his leash so he can run to a better place across the street I think about what it is to be and sometimes my mind goes and once it went so far it almost came right back to me
Other poems like this one . . .
Equal Pickings
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A fisherman knows chance better than a city man
He knows it sweeps with a nylon netted hand . . .
Chimera
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i want to play in the cosmic lace
i want to be the red storm
the starstuff i was before i was born . . .







This is a good one 😊 I’ve been scrolling for a while now and this is the first that made me stop and smile. Beautifully done.
Beautiful Mind