there there in poetry

  • Feb. 20, 2015, 6:15 p.m.
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You’re not a part of the darkness
but the darkness is a part of you.
You can’t kill it but
you can negotiate it into a small useful corner.
You can get there.

Somewhere at the end of this interminable winter
there is spring coming.
There is a sun, I swear to God.
Start planting seeds.
We can get there.


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