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I pass streetlights on the way home
remembering how I asked
what was it like being in a ring
with people screaming at you?
he explained you cannot see
anybody past two rows as
lights shine down on you,
once you understand this
nothing else really matters.
Published 5th Aug 2024
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7th Aug 2024 5:23am
Dear N,
Hmmm. So true. You can’t see anyone past the first couple of rows so what does it matter? I enjoyed the reflective nature of this poem. Made me think not to get hung up on making things bigger than they need to be. H🌷
Hmmm. So true. You can’t see anyone past the first couple of rows so what does it matter? I enjoyed the reflective nature of this poem. Made me think not to get hung up on making things bigger than they need to be. H🌷
26th Aug 2024 12:55pm
Short, but holds so much to think on .. I appreciate your entry and the wisdom.
