One Last Stop
a collection of poems, in draft form, often written as end-of-day reflections by Lee Shupe
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Percolate
I worry.
Too much.
When will I
allow
peace to rule
my thoughts
instead of
the squall?
Isn't that
just a
decision?
Or a
state of mind?
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