I recall that, hence the bruise, I guess I didn’t realize everything else falling entails.
April in National Poetry Month. From Jared: Thirty//Thirty 2014 04/30: Flipping I journey back through the past few pages and wonder: “Where do I come up with this stuff?”
We know from implication that Hope springs eternal and Eternal springs hope (in context and not exactness) And while I can’t speak for a man’s breast, or what it’s like to rest, what it’s like to be papally blessed, I know that Hope springs eternal from the bus terminal.
No, just a jam. maybe a groove — but definitely not a banger.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”