February Poem 6/28
Perfect Place
By a quiet river or maybe a raging current
An unnoticed hotspot to evaporate some tears
In foggy meadows or rolling plains
Anywhere devoid of life, really
Some unknown far away corner that nobody will spy
Nobody to pepper you with questions about the salt rolling onto your shirt
Though in your heart; No. You know the truth
That the perfect place to cry is just a myth
Embrace the awkwardness that comes with raw unseasoned emotion
Oblique Strategy of the day: Magnify the most difficult details