Monday, April 17, 2023

Ahead

It behooves me to think
I'd look it up again
Reassurances are so blasé. 
The tear, replaced with magnetism. 
I am coasting amidst
Grasshopper sightings
And Southwest dusted windowsills, 
I am the architect
Of all my future déjà vus.

With 6 minute sales
The path widens, leading me onwards. 
The future holds tones of
Russian sage and aspen billboards. 
Swoon inducing. 


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