thirty poems number eighteen

existence is generous

after life, you could be a rock,

you could be a mountain top,

you could be swimming in a creek,

you could be in a pocket,

gathered there by a small young boy,

you would be a happy rock

4 thoughts on “thirty poems number eighteen”

Bridgette says:

2023-04-26 at 12:19 am

The happiest. 🙂

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1. neil reid says:
  
  2023-04-26 at 5:41 am
  
  Thanks Bridgette.
  
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whimsygizmo says:

2023-05-05 at 9:51 pm

I love the title of this one. And I LOVE the things found in pockets.

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1. neil reid says:
  
  2023-05-06 at 3:08 am
  
  Thanks de. Not what was doing here, but looking in pockets/drawers is an interesting way to describe yourself. Wm. Stafford did a poem just like that (my poet master he is).
  
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