Monday, November 22, 2021

The Selves

It's best I've changed.
I've been a fool 
for most of my days.
I shouldn't feel embarrassed
because it's fading 
into the distance
of the rearview mirror.
I'll make new mistakes
but they'll be better mistakes.
Of that I am sure. 
How do the trees feel
year after year,
season after season?
Are they ready for the winter?
Are they longing for spring?
They are no fools.
They are obedient
only to themselves. 

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