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by Thomas Piekarski


Image is of leaves with sunlight shining through them.
Image credit: Reynardo Etenia Wongso on Unsplash

No don’t stress

you can’t know

what constitutes

consciousness

so just abide

clearest visions

materializing

in plain sight

and block out

the torment

that permeates

this world’s

massive mind.


As advertised

life goes on

anonymously

so perchance

you welcome

puffy clouds

observing you

that might be

heaven sent

and you now

flying high or

digging deep

into dreams

desirous of

escape from

anxiety that 

stifles people 

sea to sea.


Fathom love

so true it hurts

that the heart

return to Earth

from its lofty

flawless nest

where paradise

seems infinite

and the wild

parrots sing

with swans.


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Black and white photo of the author, Thomas Piekarski.
Thomas Piekarski

Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His poetry has appeared in such publications as The Journal, Poetry Salzburg, Modern Literature, The Museum of Americana, South African Literary Journal, and Home Planet News. His books of poetry are Ballad of Billy the Kid, Monterey Bay Adventures, Mercurial World, Aurora California, and Opus Borealis.

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