My Life Goal
huddled up berries pasted against the glass
room full of strangers I don't want to know
draw a fish, a star, a sun, a moon
anything to avoid what's in this room
voices don't reach me
I am not engaged
berries in a glass
smell like spring
we are connected
through miles of mountain trail
bushy green meadows
bustling with bees
bursting with blooms
blue sky bending over
red rocky hills
while
shrill voices
abuse the world
with good intentions
my golden years
my life goal
is to hear you
somehow
and feel
the peace
of green meadows
and red rocky hills
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