PUZZLING
IT OUT
by Dianne Moritz
You go along, putting life’s pieces together, one by one. Like a jigsaw
puzzle, sometimes they fit snuggly: bird on a nest, sweet peas on a trellis. Then,
just when you think you’re ready for the next piece, you lose it under the
tablecloth or discover it’s all wrong...glaring sun, or cloud cover. Rounded
corners instead of square. You need firm ground, find empty sky. Or vice versa.
Always you desire roses without thorns. Love, not war. The biggest problem
comes when you’re almost finished. There’s no escaping that last bit...it’s
there, right there, waiting for final placement.
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