Of No Importance

It does not matter
where you find yourself.

End of
a cul-de-sac.

On the median strip
of the road to safety.

Alone on a trail through 
woods you do not recognize.

It does not matter
whether you are wealthy

or broke; with failing sight
or deeply healthy; broken

or whole. All that is of little
consequence and has no effect

on how you will take the moment
when you look into

the eyes of the Inevitable
and say, “Ah. Of course,”

one more time,
one last time.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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