maze, por Herman Shorts | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en Poéticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

maze

simply knowing

you’re in a maze

doesn’t get you out,

but the fact

is the foundation

of any escape plan.

(when you look up

finally, and something

is looking back

smile and hope

it does also.)

exits are everywhere.

i hear. that’s what

all the rats say.

(2015)

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