A Nod to Emily Dickinson (wherever she may be)

Because I could not stop for lifeImage
It kindly stopped for me
The taxi held but just ourselves
and all eternity

How did you become,
asked life of me,
so frantic, fierce and tense
with all that I’ve provided
it doesn’t make much sense

With diligence and joy
the broken-hearted heal
strive on, you must,
you have the strength
get back behind the wheel

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