Tuesday, April 15, 2014

More by Dean Solon

waiting for something to happen,
waiting for something more to happen,
i chose not to be recognizing
that everything had happened,
and i was free, and i am free.

why did i forget?

why do we forget?

i remember why.
i am a bozo on this bus
that travels on the earth,
each bump on the road
a spurring of a remembering,
a next bump on the road
a jolting of a forgetting.

1 comment:

  1. so grateful to bump into you, makes the ride more true...

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