In My Next Life

By Stevieslaw

I will make
music—

classical
strings

Sunday
afternoons,

rock operas
Saturday night.

My music
so awe inspiring

it will float
like Chinese lanterns

dance like fireflies
in July.

Free—free
as the grass

in your favorite
park.

For in my
next life

the only
currency

will be
smiles.

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“I love the process—playing with a line or an idea in my head, until it becomes a poem.” – the writer