i cannot attach to anything in present time.

a poem about how readily i will let go.

Photo by Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash

peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,

but i still cannot pull ripe blackberries from their stems

without hooking my pointer finger on a protruding thorn.

once, i reached for an apple in a field of orchard trees

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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