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Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others. -
Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument. -
Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it -
Questions, More, Or Less.
Equations stretch across a gridded page,
Looking like a jumble of lines and curves,
But they answer questions,
That have been wondered for ages,
And they solve the riddles of our world,
Loves
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over/looking/the kid at the front/back of the classroom
your mother/ hacked together skeleton wings into two-part pieces/ bleeding stars, you thought/ neurons fizzing out/ you had all the time in the the universe/ your eyes dripped down/ the back of your spacesuit/ a so-called prodigy ghost/ acid smoke
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Like a snowflake
Our differences define our Beauty,
like the intricate details of every snowflake,
standing out from each other,
not in a bad way,
not in a sad way,
but in a beautiful way,
