First, falled; then springed; then summered; then wintered
We live a world, always in the act of becoming splintered
for #mastoprompt
By the time I've even opened my eyes
the birds on the block have begun to sing
the song of another day's sunrise
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Escape, into whatever world that takes, whether it's a glimmer of hope that leads you forward to lean against the break, or maybe you make a path forged out of the ashes of forgotten faith
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Cracked peanut shells scatter the floor - the bar's crooked door is nearly always open for anyone hoping for neighborhood chatter and wish-you-wells
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Names etched in monument of metal and sculpted stone, a reminder to remember that those who've risen up or fallen will never be forgotten or alone
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The division fence -
rendered moot almost as soon as it became built -
for the Maple, mindful of nothing but water, dirt and sun, remains in the midst of incremental encroach,
a peaceful insurrection against borders and boundaries, a slow motion dance in constant approach
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Watching him run from three thousand miles away, his teen face tense in a close-up moment of quick-footed competition, we roar the roar of proud parents, cheers loud enough to startle even the dogs
Dylan's still singing shelter from the storm at a time when we're again torn asunder, I wonder if this thunder is another cry from a weary earth, a planet torn askew, forcing us to work together to seek a safer place of refuge
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