Today, in sunlight,
I stand just beyond the path;
but for a locked gate,
onwards I’d have run!…and yet…
forth I go whither I walk.

 

Loosely inspired by the Daily Prompt: Easy Fix
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Sometimes dreams burn to embers,
and, mourning, convictions scatter
like ashes blasted by the wind.
When the fire’s fizzled, though,
and the burn salved,
a tiny bud emerges from the gray,
not quite new
not as fresh
but there –
there! –
nonetheless.

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