Poet, artist, Ph.D., professor, plant scientist, photographer, musician, husband, father, & the other human things
Jan 30, 2022 • 5 tweets • 3 min read
The Flame Would Someday Reach My Hand
How is it that we can walk the shores after a storm
With nothing more than our thoughts in mourn
And still find our way home?
How is it that the lies between you and me
fail to conceal
fail to reveal
a single truth? #poetry
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And how is it that a kingdom can rise
With the powers, fears, and lives of a world within
And still be reduced to rubble
A kid’s forgotten lesson?
How can it be that we stare death in the face and act like we do, every day?
We do that every single day #poetry
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