We are pocked with holes
living suburban lives
in the calmest of euphoria's
In simple homes
where the simplest of people
demand the most
complicated of things
where imagination runs
wild and innovation is
the grandest of luxury.
I can only hope
that tomorrow will bring
the most different of things
because once the
holes are filled
another one leaks.
God! I hope
my mother kept
a receipt.
Non-Fiction Collection
©Bobby Ruelas
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