Floating Illusions

(title in the pile of stories to be read)

 

The confession of it is

That I’m glad to be here

And for the moment, for today

Don’t have to be

Nowhere else (I play with

the negative)

Or elsewhere

Even if it’s Christmas every day

The good parts

I’ll stay in my mortal place

Where time rolls

And I think I’m on the stepping stones

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by John Spencer on Unsplash

 

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