Universal Submission

Many years ago,
Things weren’t so shifty, so changing.
Naivety helped with that.
But as we stagnate,
As we age without growing,
We forget the smells of cherry blossoms.
We forget puddles can be jumped in.
In spite of all we know, our “wisdom”, as it were,
To be still bewildered by wonderment and not be still.
That’s a secret I won’t soon forget.
A conduit for creation!
Not violently carving identity into our faces.
Floating like a leaf, and being mercy to the wind.
And not denying the nuclear remnants
Leaves often leave on sidewalks.


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