MY MIND WANDERS
where I find lost dreams
of those who wept for other lives,
having found theirs wanting.
Sometimes my heart is so heavy
it wants to lie down
right in the middle of the road
and give up, kicking and screaming.
But then it sees something shiny
and is distracted by the beauty of the day.
It frolics in distant meadows,
wanders off to far horizons,
where it loses contact with the mothership,
and returns, ever the prodigal child.
4/13/21
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