In many ways, it was about what
it wasn't about. We could see or say
such things as were never even thought
to have been seen or said before. And
then,
like everything else,
it had broken and receded to the point
we could see what it's worth.
I don't want to be like this.
I don't want this to be how things
are seen, and made to recede, and
are only worth hindsight bliss.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, January 16, 2022
hindsight bliss.
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