Poem: Gasp


Life teaches from 

one point 

to another 

that maybe there is

no pot of gold 

It’s 

patience 

patience

patience 

that finds you standing

pretty much where you 

began 

And beauty is reflection 

something that makes 

optical love to 

the brain 

leaving short circuits

until the next 

gasp is taken 

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