Loosely Bartering Poem by eve Taylor

Loosely Bartering



If in a year,

I'd be dead,

I'd say,

most certainly,

go ahead…

as long as it is,

pure happiness,

no soil to toil,

no need to seed,

a life of chosen leisure,

anything my pleasure.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
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