I’ll Never Be the Same

Fog
I can never forget, life and love are both-and; full of joy and regret. I really run amuck and fail to see my turn; when, on my-way I’m stuck. Before I walk the walk and start to dance the dance; I must first talk the talk. Attuned in dialogue, I just listen first; and, my eyes hear the gray fog. I shiver in the mist and peer through past’s present, wanting to just be kissed. I’m at home in the cloud; on the ground fakes it and exploits the well-endowed. To navigate the haze and maintain my balance, I cultivate new ways. So, I accept the grays, rue the black-and-whites, and delight in damp dull days

October 31, 2011

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