In Earnest

Stefon Napier
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

On some summer street

A dog cries out in earnest,

and I thinking that I’m still alive.

The days haven’t ended yet,

my losses aren’t so special

yesterday happens all the time

so why live like a fugitive of tomorrow

when the radio on the ledge proclaims

that love is patient and love is rationed,

at all times, across the nation. All you have

to do is survive.

Postpone your death a little longer, write

a little more poetry in coffee shops, catch up with

God more often, and say the days aloud when

the sky overhead seems dark.

Stefon Napier

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Writer, Poet. Illinois.

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