The Planner

Poem By Melanie Emikohe

Have you placed a foot
to where you dream a stroll?
Or as if the young retiree,
who reposes by the window,
reading maps, writing iteneraries
pages after pages.

Where in blind ventures
reckless as it can be
brings forth the grand unknown
of pure horrors or delights
and all that are yet to be written,
by which, reminds the most.

Comments about The Planner

So, i was correcting lyrics online tonite, bands, whatnot of my most prized predilections. this seems to stem from a taciturn delight with a most wittingly sincere eye., Sus

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