What We Have LeftA Poem by nava
swaying like an age-tattered
home. filled with scraps and blocks, wavering over fields threatening collapse, by the second, grains of what used to be, filling what space it has left. lurching, dying last breaths, it all tumbles down, staggering as fast as it can get. it sways like a heart filled with despair. like an afternoon fog. a spiritual path, and an unbolted home.
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