there’s so much we leave


without a way to stop

time or the will to hold

back the torrents

that wear us down

like boulders beneath rapids

or sand along the coast

there are pockets

of calm inside us awaiting

the touch of sunlight or

kind words or the surprise of flight

if we can hold on

long enough


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