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Poetry — too many thoughts to put words to, everything swirls together in a column of smoke
this is not a poem
trying to put words to my feelings
is exhausting right now
like baking bread when your arms are broken
or gardening when your shovels are split
my heart is untethered
so my words are scattered
to corral them together
would take everything i have right now
which isn’t much
but it is enough
to put these words down
and remember daffodils lining the trail
those first few breaths of spring
sunlight spilling into night
so we can enjoy longer days
warm cheek roses puffing up
above wide grins
i am too tired to write poetry
but i can write this
