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Well-Worn

Well-Worn

when the words

run out

and the silence

sets in

and you feel

you’ve felt

what it is

to be born

and live like that

and take your lot

the sum of it

the plus

the minus

and make it what

the shell of a living thing

that crawled along

the same path

where seeds were sown

and flowers grew

and the butterflies appeared

like they disappeared

and the rain

fell short

of the root

the sun severed

from the moon

a blue sky

were it always

blue

like a blessing

or were it always

gray

like a stone

or were it ever was

a bed

of black velvet

that held

a diamond

new

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery