Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

Resignation


my inner thigh is dirty
tree pose in the alcove
I created a whirlpool
by the flick on an ankle
bass surface with probably the same motion
wanting to see what's up
baby girl at the park
asked the same question
heart-shaped leaves?
the birds know something
we don't read into it
contemplating the energies of loved ones
lots of self-soothing nowadays
bottled up epiphanies
like how if I was a fish
I don't think I'd have the cunning
not to get hooked
like how I need human comfort
in addition to these
God given critters that remind me
His grace is sufficient

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