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slowly out of the chaos
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2012
I was afraid of the rain, afraid of what
I’d find in the infinity of drops, at the edge
of language.
mediocrity is not an option instead
we flail, looking for red sea glass looking for songs made of rain looking for children airships compasslessness
Time lurches forward, jerky -
yesterday I was 17, today 28
and all the beach glass is tiny blues
that’s still rare they say
I’ve never found a blue one.
But losing love hurts and so
does rain where it doesn’t belong
We end up in parking lots watching
sunsets on purple water
here it is, love
a lost bird a lost feather
words strung together
a girl without a home but with wings enough to fly.
I’d find in the infinity of drops, at the edge
of language.
mediocrity is not an option instead
we flail, looking for red sea glass looking for songs made of rain looking for children airships compasslessness
Time lurches forward, jerky -
yesterday I was 17, today 28
and all the beach glass is tiny blues
that’s still rare they say
I’ve never found a blue one.
But losing love hurts and so
does rain where it doesn’t belong
We end up in parking lots watching
sunsets on purple water
here it is, love
a lost bird a lost feather
words strung together
a girl without a home but with wings enough to fly.
