speaking of serendipity
it's nearly labor day
and i feel as if i am actually
laboring
this year
just to make it to friday.
perhaps it's not serendipity
perhaps it's just ironic
a weekend reserved for picnics and gatherings
is the three days that i would like to hole up
and be
alone
this week has been rough
serendipity played its little games
filtering emotions like coffee--
dark, rich, moist.
i want to curl up in the loveliness of the word
but i'm reminded again and again
that it can go
either way.
2 comments:
Yeah. Carrie.
Yeah. :)
Have a wonderful long weekend and no more arguments w/ your aunt. : )
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