i.
the kind of hope you let dry up and turn away from
toofresh tears would burn tired eyes and salt the cracks
wait until the otherwise matters more and time sleeps feelings downstream
ii.
a kind of hope you plant on a patio closer to the sun
watching as the runners stretch toward to gather extra ground
holding breath as opportunity meets the wall before the earth
iii.
hope of the sort that blooms at a smile
exploding possibility at every shared inspiration
dreams deep and rising higher
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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