Friday, April 3, 2020

poem of the day April 3


An inside jigsaw
full of bones
and flesh
defines the limits
of a living soul 
Everything is 
connected like
pieces of a puzzle
Separate until 
put together
to form a whole
How to assemble
this fleeting perfection
into every uniquely balanced ball
Now that is the question
we should be asking
Asking ourselves 
each one and all

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