Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Serendipitous






This old world is sweet but hard. Nearly as I can tell, there is no poetry without heartbreak. I overheard a young person praising the upside of sadness the other day. I don't know- maybe it depends on your baseline. I want to frolic with friends and listen to babies laugh. I want to pet dogs and drink green Kool-Aid. I want to listen to the Beatles.

If the purpose of misery is merely to recognize the joy, I don't need it.

A smile is my default.







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