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On a new cornerThey play through shared excitement A storm is comingLogistics let downOur children wander the streetWho will sit with you?Energy spills overTalk of teachers, table matesWe begin againThe grass screams so greenAs they shuffle at the sightFuture approachesA hug, a high fiveShe takes his hand in comfortI remember hopeAs they ascend stairsJoy and…
Today is me sitting in a dealership watching my car get its oil changed while my phone vibrates every few minutes to warn me that heavy rain is detected in my area. I am aware of this because I can look outside and see it. I hear its relentless pattern on the roof of the…
Stacks of colored spinesHopes and dreams bled to paperThe silence welcomeA corner booth givesShelter and seat to createThe children wanderCoffee stained tableHosting deep conversationLibrarian sighsA girl of six yearsEyes wide lost in adventureSome lights never dim -TMP
“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”
— Mark Twain, 1898
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