Overcoming The Future @loftliterary

After the drunken interactions, bike accidents, moving, and ill words, starting the day out with work seemed somewhat refreshing.

 

J.J. sits next to me exhausted, however, happy not to be cleaning out apartments in the summer heat.

 

Dead flowers and ornaments lined the paths we walked, remnants crumpled under feet.

Memories of our lives lined the paths we walked, lost with loss, a tangible defeat.

 

Now we see.

Now we hardly speak.

 

 

Now step to the sea, feel reason.

The past was a lesson, like the passing of seasons.

 

All pressure and then release.

Subtle while discrete.

 

Writing of what we had midday on the black hot paved street.

Evening rain soon washed away the chalk.

Milky puddles were all to be seen.

A natural deed.

 

Mad at the steps for being so hard on the feet.

Straight-line conclusion amidst a fork in the road, an easy path is not taken by those who are bold.

Now I see.

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