Growing conversation

grow more into this spot
raised to do the right thing again
ordering the best food from my favorite place
while i stroll i can recall
interesting times in this part of town
near where the water fountain once was
gotta stay cheerful like there is not a choice
candle light in a window and
open puddles reflect the moon’s face
needing to absorb as much fresh air as i can
very in the moment but something is not right
even the paper and pen do not look right
reading the words i wrote
something looks different than i ever meant
alone on a walk just like always
there is no sign telling me where i am
identify the direction by where the mountain is
on my head there is no hat
no shoes on my feet


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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