By Scott Thomas Outlar

 

This is not a poem

but a simple reminder

that all of these experiences

are temporary

and fleeting,

yet still

far more beautiful

than any fallen human being

could ever ask, hope,

or dare dream of.

Like a cat fight

by an oak tree

under the blanket of midnight.

Like a last kiss

on a bridge stained

with the smell of smoke.

Like a first breath

from two fresh lungs

inhaling accidental evolution.

Everyone has a breaking point.

The trick

is to come away

at the end of the process

with even more

pieces of the puzzle

in place

than there were

to begin with.

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into French, Italian, Dutch, Persian, Serbian, Albanian, and Afrikaans. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.    

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