the sieve and the sand

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million

they say you get a million heartbeats

poetry

to have ones meals prepared
and to take walks
to be able to focus on reading
to not think about much
to find a spot
and watch the sun set
there

to no longer be late
or indebted

whether to grow old
or to let it go

if that is the coward’s
way out
then i ask you
what is the
noble one?

December 1, 2011 David X. Hugo Tagged million 3 Comments
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