we’re living a breathing novel/ unexpected cliffhangers/ led by the next chapter/ where we meet new strangers
inevitably the dire question/ of when will it all just end/ and yet we hope for more stories/ and ask for a series our dreams penned
in this life we have authored/ each of us flips through pages/ and burn through all the bad ones/ as well as dog-ear the best ages
by the end of mine, i flip back/ onto the dedication/ i think to the earth and its people/ and thank them for their navigation
Cosmo Susie 