let’s see if the hamster on the wheel
ever met the rat in the maze
and joined the salmon headed upriver
you’d have my three-headed life
today though I step
off the wheel climb
out of the labyrinth and
beach myself on a stretch
of Tuesday morning sand
and a quiet breakfast
with time not invited
enjoying little bites
and sips of a world
bathed in a new sun
ever notice how a morning sun
insists you stay and linger
asks the flowers to turn your way
cues a bird for a sweet song
then another and another?
and why would you ever
leave that for a wheel
or a maze or back into water
and made to swim upstream?
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