Week of Mar 27, 2017

Too Many Shoes

Waiting for the other shoe to drop
how many feet can there be?

If you love…
to bear the loss

as shoe after shoe after shoe
falls to earth.

More still…
and more still

as breathing

or blinking
or heart beating.

To remember the gift seed
in the dark days.

Each loss revealing…
the choice:

to make the most
of time.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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