Poem 5. Written by SnapDragon X. (Um, like everything else on this site, yo.)
these cracked feet, cracked hands and crackling lines around my eyes
whisper in harmonious healing.
the weeping and seeping of water has dried.
a tortoise shell; a vacant nest; a notebook whose pages have been burned.
yesterday is a vanished ache.
. . .
*Bonus points if you listen to George Harrison’s “Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp” on high-quality speakers, as loud as your ears will allow. I dare you not to smile at the beauty of life.*
. . .
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