A Canadian coin mixed in my change.

A diet soda with a burger and fries.

Lace under polar fleece.



Looking for joy in darkness.

Seeking patterns in plans.

Reflections often appear

An anomaly.


Watching parades pass by,

Other lives being lived.

Observing alone,

The anomaly.


Hidden in plain sight,

Paddling along solo.

Solitude isn’t peace,

It’s an anomaly.


Serving, existing, giving,

Everything inside is gone.

Belonging elsewhere

Is just an anomaly.



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