Saturday, November 21, 2020

Previously Published in Disembodied Text . . .


The Game of My Life


got sidetracked, misplaced, somehow

mislabeled, ended up in a Chutes and Ladders box.

Condemned, I progress daily, moving

at little more than snail’s pace, hoping to delay

the next taxing climb, the struggle to hold

with overly callused hands, the reaching of summit

that only leads to another inevitably regressive










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