day 88

at times i am the pile of leaves
easily scattered with the lightest breeze,
but mostly i’m the lighthouse
weathering the roughest storms,
steady in gale force winds

yet, sometimes, i long to topple,
for the bricks to crumble,
and move fluidly like the snake
or soar above like the hawk


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