It’s a morning

gray skies outside

sunlight is somewhere

last night’s thought

sifting into my world.

A mixed bag of

insolent treats.

If I choose to open them

I could follow a light

wants

to take me somewhere.

Somewhere out of here.

Though then I realize

we, ourselves, are

responsible for the keys.

 

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© Thom Amundsen 10/2021