The world breaks into pieces and then back again
it slips to be whole again when we need it to be,
but if the fantasy didn’t blossom and all we ever saw
of what happened was the raw thunder and sharp
edges of arguments and wilting tulips begging softly
for one more day of spring rain before dying forever
we’d be tempted to say to hell with it and just quit.
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And a lot of people do, not necessarily the ultimate finale,
but opting out of living a life filled with whatever joy you may find,
however small, in the one small space you occupy on this
blue-green planet of ours.
Betsy
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