I used to do

When thoughts are
dried river,
emotion,
budding thorn,

fall back and soak
the tired wings
in the cool lake,

peep the world through
the latticework
of sanity, and
even the irritating
sarcasm’s
laughable,

find a quality
even in  the gnarled
deadwood.
Still I try.

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© Byung A. Fallgren

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