I'm Glad I Can't - Oct. 21, 2021

doors close rivers turn people walk out of sight a gardenia’s scent fades after ten steps

a cackle of crows becomes a bluebird solo

imagination is music not yet composed

who knows what waits around the corner

the unknown keeps me moving forward

a promise of rewards lies in wait

packages of mystery without an address

I’m glad I can’t see so far

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