What If My Feet


What if my feet refused to accept
The sad fact of gravity,
And I floated forever above the ground...

Would you haul me around
Like a circus balloon?

What if I wore my feelings
Like beads around my neck—

Would you finger them gently,
Or break the strand,
Sending them scrambling?

What if I trusted you once too often;
Would my trust tumble down
Like a house of cards?


©2016 Michael Fraley




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