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That single pole.

That single pole.

Spirituality


Fraught with thought,
reading, building
that final summing phrase,
the sum of all life's days,
years lost in a frown.

Then, one careless day
so deep was he
he did not
mind his way.
That single pole
hard hit his head -
he lay as if
quite dead.
But worse than dead,
coming to -
he'd forgotten
every...word...he'd...read!

A stunned stare
from a dead man
bolt upright!

Frown...fading,
stare...smiling
at last,
he saw...he saw!

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Thats quite a sweet poem.

just like a solitary mushroom that awaits all who seek it 😉