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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, April 7, 2024
the slippery floor
we are all trying
to get in
or get out of something.
we're pulling
on doors, opening windows.
crawling
running,
limping towards where
we want to be.
sometimes
we never know if we're
coming or going.
the floor is often
so slippery.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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