Forget To Be Good  

Forget To Be Good

We forget to be good.
The sense of it fading
Like a cluttered dream.
Those engrained ethics coming loose,
To drift off in wispy flocks

Like a calm morning of cloud.

We grip them too carelessly;
The fool certainty those shining points
Are too well scored.
The blind view of some burning moral constellation.

Still they slip from us.

A gentle abandon,
Like a shadow cast off.
Some hazy doppelgänger
Left wilting at a roadside

While we rush on regardless.

more by THOMAS W. EVANS

Photograph by Thomas Leuthard

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