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A glowing web of good deeds
Large gestures can be grand,
They can leave impressions,
Memories that won’t ever fade.
Small gestures, however,
They are what keep us going,
What get us through our days.
What keep smiles on our faces -
Golden grains of dawn
I twirl my fingers in the morning sand,
the golden grains brushing against my skin.
Day after day,
they soak up the sun's energy,
ready to heat whatever they touch.
Whenever the water rushes over them, -
To Gaze at the Results
Water glides along my body,
As I resist the restrictions
That it puts on me.
I propel my legs and arms,
Pulling myself forward,
Fighting the substance
That makes be weightless,
But still makes my muscles ache. -
Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others. -
Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it.
Loves
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Drill It Out
Inspired by the lockdown drill and debrief I had in school today
Cold hands on my shoulder that chilled to the bone
A school hallway, a morning like a dream. A class change.
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
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Shoes
The shoes
The ones I got for Christmas in 8th grade
The shoes I wore every day
Even when they started to rip
And were no longer new lookiing
The shoes I wore to every event
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A life time
I remember the day you picked me out,
A shimmer on your wrist, young and proud.
The world was bright; you were full of dreams,
With laughter and plans bursting at the seams. -
The Hat
One day
I crocheted a hat
I don’t really know
Why
or
When
But the hat became
A constant companion.
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11/9/24
When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.