uncovered
July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
I find hope at the bottom of drawers
caught between pages
stuck together by time
written in a hurried hand
rushed ink that speaks
meaning from years ago
still waiting on wilted pages
for an ear to listen
calling from its home
to be lifted from those pages
reach
July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
my hope is that I’ll find
something spinning, always
a twirling journey
never ceasing
falling like a leaf
but upward
catching wind beneath
invisible wings
and lifting it higher
than outstretched hands
can reach
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