Horizon

I hope I haven’t already driven
past my greatest moments.

I hope there is something beautiful on the horizon
that’s just as impatient as I am.
Something so eager,
it wants to meet me halfway.
A moment that is diligently
staring at its watch, trembling with
nervousness, frutrated,
and bursting at the seams,
wondering what’s taking me
so long to arrive.

by Rudy Francisco

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