Wednesday, December 19, 2018

poem of the day December 19


Packages going
every which way
twenty four hours a day
This constant packing
and unpacking of desire
is a full time job
of concern and fret
as we track
the life of gifts
Are they lost?
Are we lost?
Shouldn't  we be
more concerned with tracking
the gift of life?

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