Saturday, June 4, 2011

A Short Poem

Releasing the superstitions--
How not to believe
In the wrong things--
A stray thought
Like a whisper of
Someone I used to know
Grabs me, just for
A second, tells me
"Oh, yes, this is the way
It should be" and then
I reach the end
Of my psychic bungee and
Snap back, I remember
I don't believe
Pretty thoughts anymore
Because I know
They just aren't so.

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