Your Ways
You're sowing salt
Because it makes you think of snow,
Confused by the spoiled
Barren furrows.
You caught the fireflies
Too tightly,
Tearing glowing tails
From the survivors.
You are gathering the pieces
Bringing you joy,
Discarding what's left over,
A maze of squirming limbs
And dying lights
On frigid soil.
I cannot abide
Your unfortunate uncertain ways.
- 5/20/25
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