A Life Well Lived
Why does Amsterdam taste like chocolate chips?
Dance parties with friends make me laugh.
Who said that rhythms weren't a part of work?
I listen to songs more than half
Of my life, I wonder who stole the moon.
Can anyone put it back?
I found a sun in the school's boiler room.
I warm my face in a crack
In the concrete, there's a big old weed.
Prickly spines to clasp.
Who threw these gloves in my general direction?
I've got life to grasp.
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