It will grind you

The broken arms of progress
Make more pain than promise
Those rough edges of hope are
Sometimes burnished
While other days brutally broken are
Whole limbs of wonder

Innocence is the luxury of the young
Grayer eyes know the darkness
The human heart conceives

And yet
Bluebells bloom irregardless
Hummingbirds hover
And joyfully suck
Whatever sweetness
One flower offers

dg

9-11-13


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