In the crucible
of all that is unknown
dreaming of the moment
when you will know
which way to go
until you realize
the moment is you.
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Silhouette of a barren tree
Waves to me gently
Against a burning orange sky
As if to say
Yes, this world holds opposites
Tragedy & beauty
And I will bloom again.
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Swimsuits drying on a porch baluster
Toys strewn about
Chair fabric stained
Feet landing in sticky places on the floor
Board and batten splattered with Nutella
Delicious wool rug pulled from little truck tires
Crumbs collecting in corners
As much as I long
For things to be tidy, beautiful, esthetic
I want more for them to be used up
Overworked
So that my home
Becomes like my favorite sweater
Crumpled, soft, a hug.
Kacie B. Sharpe 