Sans-Serendipity
Normality is what I seek but the
world revolves in its sans-serendipity.
So many extra days thrown in, you see
the world on its own course, no one takes pity.
I enter boredom in another world.
I’m not in control of anything real.
But the the dog warms up my feet, unfurled;
my heart wanes of anxiety, and I’m healed.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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