3.2.17

[bedbound]

Today success looked like
sitting all the way down
at the foot of the bed
and tears

a sudden squall
on sullen seas.

Tomorrow or Monday
or in a week
it might disappear
like nothing ever happened.

Like the foot of the bed
stayed out of reach forever.

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