Here is a wonderful poem I stumbled on today. I had to read it a few times. It is airy and optimistic, yet acknowledges the hard edges. Hah! What am I even talking about? I'm no critic, thank goodness! I just like the feel of it.
And when you thought
it was long gone, here it is,
up your sleeve, in your pocket,
tucked under a sleeping cat.
You pull it out, let it fall,
drape it over both arms,
admire it's improbability
a thin-air hammock, woven in light,
to be flung up
between
a cold house and a home,
harsh words and a smile.
Lie in it. It will hold you.
Marilyn Ricci
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