What's Before Us
A little heaven
is always a little hell
A walk in the park
is never more than 10,000 miles
Because earlier than eight
is not on my clock
Spreading my wings
is never feeling at home
when confusion is lazy
and my brain wants to dream
So hugging my dog
feels endlessly like warm milk
though we never stay at home
Have I fallen
Just to get up again?
Perhaps....
It's all in the mystery
of what makes me smile
to put it all behind
February 4, 2020
Polarities and Paradoxes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
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