Original Poems

etude

times
we practice just to strengthen
reach to stretch, and
shed to grow

paint
to show what color’s in us
seek
because we do not know

days and nights
the oscillation
weeks and months
we work to find

traveling
without vacation
sharpening
without a grind

times
we labor at our calling
past the clambering
and strange

etudes of
our growing madness
simultaneous
exchange


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