We begin again likewise,
we look to end the stutter
we want to start laughing.
Deeper in the meadow,
we strut to the horizon,
labor under different suns,
approximate the moment
considered by strangers
seated at a vacant table.
Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, Chicago now Boston, numerous publications in literary journals online and print. Teaching Assistant at Boston University Center For Psych Rehab (M. Ed in Counseling Psych), National Library Of Poetry Editors’ Choice for Excellence 1997, Avalanches In Poetry anthology available at Amazon.
Twitter: @MichaelIgoe5