Backtracking Illusions

I don’t make plans anymore, I make mistakes,

because the chips only seem to fall

during a hurricane

and finding that spot where I left off

left me cursing my own footprints,

those size 10 indents

that caught just enough mud and water

to finally disappear.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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