Of Hopping And Of Hoping

a kangaroo hops
perhaps finding discomfort
on the grass below its feet
or sensing danger
of the strange sound around
it hops
and hopes for something better
on the other hill

i sit here
unable to hop like this silly kangaroo
sensing my gaze
as a dangerous haze

does it ever know
how hopping can destroy
hope that does not know
how to hop?

i hope for some better things
in my life
i will take chances under these trees
resetting some leaves
and twigs
to see the skies
and the sun that must
this morning rise

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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