The press of good is overwhelming,
Is and was and always will be,
Let lack pop up, at best,
Its luck limited, as picked weeds
In lush landscapes, yes even death:
Smooth, small, flat stepping stones.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hint: “Small” is equivalent in this sense to lack and privation while “smooth” indicates a condition resulting here from having been well traveled; smooth, perhaps treacherous at times if traversed haphazardly; smooth, lacking in roughness and grip.
- Category: Spiritual
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Good write Gary.
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