I am a craver of chaos
Isn’t everyone?
Those who say no
should skim a pebble
across__a__calm__lake
living every ripple
feeling every bo
__________-un
_____________-ce
as two worlds collide
in a fizzing
sploshing crescendo.
It intoxicates.
It liberates.
we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.
we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.
Nature holds our hand
we wear daisy chains
and lay on green blades
getting tickled
but the dandelions die
and fade without fanfare
hoping to return
all the while
nature holds our hand.
futures prepared
in classrooms, age 14
life’s lessons are harsh.
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