26 Jun 2011


hope is that bird, balanced upon its delicate perch
at any moment to take flight
or to vanish like nothing were ever there at all
hope, mixed with dreams, a strong concoction
one never can get one’s fill of
and drunk on the possibility, the anticipation
we may forget many things
even to live in the paths we should go
for in many things, we must drive beyond the day
beyond where the stresses strain
lest the little bird on our shoulder
decide there are better nests for its wings

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:34 am

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