the condensation is rife
when steam
meets glass.
when heat
meets cold.
and finds something.
in-between.
the condescending is rife
when steam
meets glass
when heat
meets cold
and finds something
to keep
the in-between
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Tag: Poetry
bandages
it was slow.
learning to let
the pain.
in.
but there are things
we do best
when we don’t know
we’re doing them.
and there are places
we arrive
when we don’t know
we’ve taken
the journey
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Photograph by Talles Alves
alive
the idea.
of an ease.
in letting go.
the living.
-the memory of feeling is so vivid.
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clear
there are days
that begin
with clear skies
and lucid minds.
with a chance
at a new life.
how good is it.
the constant
inconsistent chance.
to begin
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hope
the hope was sterile
in backdrops
of winding clocks
and days
that seemed to stay
for far shorter
than the calendar
made it seem
that they would.
and there were times.
when the skies
would cry.
and the earth
would shed.
and the leaves
just bled.
and the dying. was everywhere.
but. here we are. now.
with the cracks.
in the ice.
and drizzles.
on the window sills.
all still.
filled. with thrills.
of new beginnings © Hudson Biko
in backdrops
of winding clocks
and days
that seemed to stay
for far shorter
than the calendar
made it seem
that they would.
and there were times.
when the skies
would cry.
and the earth
would shed.
and the leaves
just bled.
and the dying. was everywhere.
but. here we are. now.
with the cracks.
in the ice.
and drizzles.
on the window sills.
all still.
filled. with thrills.
of new beginnings © Hudson Biko
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