#16 of 365 – “breadcrumbs”

“breadcrumbs”

 

I forget things,

far too many things

to recall

 

disappear whole conversations

behind some strange

ethereal wall

 

too many gingers

I suppose,

keeping company with Jack

 

too many detours

I took with

no clear pathway back

 

but I have come

almost full circle

and I know my way home

 

and I remember now;

leave breadcrumbs

whenever I roam

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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