there’s no APP for that

 

brought to church as a boy;

a man when he married; and now passing

the building with a child on his hand,

but no more ring

he looks through the window plastered

in the busy way with notices: what’s Up Next—

sees the dates all land somewhere in the future;

and he laughs, knowing they do not know

what’s Up Next or might last—

not knowing this is not the question he wants

answered; it’s his own and needs to be heard

not what’s going to happen?

rather: What Happened?!

 

THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach

Available to buy on AMAZON

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Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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