My poem, written as Stevieslaw, is up at The Drabble. Here is the poem:
In My Next Life
I will make
music—
classical
strings
Sunday
afternoons,
rock operas
Saturday night.
My music
so awe inspiring
it will float
like Chinese lanterns
dance like fireflies
in July.
Free—free
as the grass
in your favorite
park.
For in my
next life
the only
currency
will be
smiles.
Wow! You ARE getting mellow in your old age. I hadn’t seen this one. Nice!
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Thanks This one jut dropped out of nowhere. I hope it doesn’t ruin my reputation as a sourpuss.
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