Poetry: Stepping Stones

“Keep it moving, but don’t rush.”

 

Stepping Stones

I don’t believe in stepping stones.
With every stone, I’m getting home.
In every home, I place a bed.
On every bed, I lay my head.

Flirtations

ps: Rest In Peace Seamus Heaney (now ‘home’, I suppose)

 

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