a walk


Pierre-Auguste Renoir

I don’t recall the morning.
when optimism cast a new light
over old trapped memories
dragged day to day.
a beast of burden –
sturdy legs to carry
a prisoner’s bundle,
but too weary
to carry peace.

shall i seek an open door
to enlightened mirth?
frivilous hopeful meander
to where prudent path
veers to faithful chance…
angst is bid farewell,
step leaves no impint,
and joy is a whisper
and a delightful sigh.

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi

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