An Open Invitation
By Betty Bassett
I am so grateful for busses that arrive on time
And the numbness of the tips of my fingers from the cold
I am grateful for the gift of movement
And anticipation
I'm grateful for desire
And fun
I'm grateful for roads previously untraveled that lies before me like an open invitation
Life is like a promise, an unopened letter.
And look, it's morning.
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