Cleveland.


November 11, 2012

Yeah.

I know all about your big Cleveland job.

You can have Cleveland.

You can take Manhattan.

Go get it, babe.

Join the scramble for the top.

But, take a word.

.

When you get where you think it is,

you’ll find the air so thin you can’t breathe.

And, then the bottom drops out from under you.

The person you counted on most

turns.

New smiles enter the frame, the ones without souls.

The world gets cold.

You’re alone, wondering who’ll be checking for your first

minor

little

slip.

There will be a moment

You’ll wonder what happened

And, then you won’t forget.

.

There is no top, my darlings.

So, dig deep

find the bedrock

and, if you should bloom where you’re planted,

the squirrels will love you

and they gather their own nuts.

.

.

.

.

© Ruth Ann Scanzillo 11/11/12

all rights reserved, in whole and in part.

littlebarefeetblog.com

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