I am becoming someone
I do not want to be.
The coin at the bottom
could be my soul,
both kitsch and masterpiece.
I want to help others imagine different lives
than what is prescribed.
The bridge completes itself in its watered reflection.
As if it were possible, I want to turn back.
Living life in a mortal world
leaves a remnant, a memory
poised to fly away.
Those who survive cling to whatever hope we may find
even on this overcast day.
The irises startle.
I don't know which one is my boat.
Hardcover book and daffodils |
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