But what

But what of it,
what of the rain pinging
against the pavement? What
of my brain pushing at the roof
of my skull? What of
the holes in my favorite
pair of shoes? What is this
but life sliding along?


Filed under Musings, poetry

2 responses to “But what

  1. I like this a lot! 🙂

    It seems complete even in its smallness.

    Though I wonder if ping is the right word for rain on pavement…hmm…that was the only thing though.

  2. Love the last question. Truly a poetic way to ask what is the meaning of it all.

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