Cracking Open



Concrete and clay

glass ensconced

in metal frames,

paint on board,

gas in pits,


once

it meant something 

once

it had a purpose.


It’s over now

purposeless

cracked

empty

waiting

for a future

hoping 

that soon

something

will make it’s way

through the cracks

as time passes.


So now 

look 

carefully,

see

already 

something

is emerging


finding its way

making 

a new beginning

after the end.




https://bourgeononline.com/2022/10/two-poems-by-lynn-white/


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