Tag: #poetry
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#002: Chipped Bark
He held sand dirt in his palms Running into the sunset with two tiny fists The contents (like love) escaped his tightening grip like a sieve I’m a romantic And we are just kids trying to climb ancestral trees Searching for where our lives intersect with a legacy
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#001: Show Your Work
Show your work. Your ink-stained fingertips That grip the fountain of youth Speaking sweet-everythings Into the blue That wide-eyed wonder Virtuous view Enticing, inviting That curious you To tango with tense Samba with syntax Create on the page Merge fiction and deep facts If the process has purpose You cannot name it But here you…
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