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things they don't tell you

Updated on July 11, 2014

limestone is beautiful because

it doesn’t ask for attention; it just

keeps eroding – building in negative space:

slowly, quietly, with patient persistence

and kind capitulation that makes

you want to stand under it.

i would know a boy who was

struck by lightning; he would give

me butterflies; we would grab

hands and run under a dirty

sky: heads high, hearts open.

a ghost doesn’t need a house;

they don’t take up much room,

and anyway, they’d rather be flying

through the atmosphere, blatantly

defying the no-re-entry signs.

if you keep moving until the lump

in your chest is no more, until the

inner morning is felt once again,

you will be able to receive the

new chapter: new joy, new

pain, new doubt, new love-gain.

© 2014 Michelle Warner


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