The location a collection of sorrows
too sprawling— pointless
turning it over and over in your head.
You won’t get it right.
Others determined
will pull a gray sheet across
your sunny day—
The trees, they know
stretching toward the light.
Put on your cute-wear
walk to the park
Inhale—
choose a sloped bench
sit in the sun
hitting you square in the face.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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