To a Tiny Infinity

A Poem

Impression by Claude Monet, painted in 1872

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

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