#16 of 365 – “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


About Blackbird

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