i know i should make a ruckus
write a letter to the editor
not calmly watch the squirrels steal my oranges,
but most times i forget
and try to find relief from the madness
with vague distractions
a walk, some food, the internet,
join with some friends for a poem
a cup of coffee and some talk
communication has its place.
i still don't know what i'm doing
but even as this has been a typical day for me
love is not far off
it finds me through the seasons
uplifts me to the fertile earth
into the changing wind
where i can contemplate the option
of complete recovery

 

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