When Letting Go Is Not Losing
In getting old..
great expectations soften,
allowing for gentle desires
where exuberance for upcoming
holidays, with all of the glitter,
shift to the background behind
a cotton candy fog
and you stand present in the moment of now
bedazzled by what is
as you stare upon the floor where memories
lay in multicolored clumps of wrappings
now skins, of gifts given and gifts received
skins, that might yet, have remaining possibilities
like a thousand paper cranes
waiting to be unfolded.
a.c.tomasulo
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