Another blanket on the pile.
Another scrap in the trash.
A new succulent cutting
budding up.
These days go by,
our breaths
and dreams
and favorite songs come then go
then come again,
welcome to
another year in the pile
an empty bin at the kitchen
a sunrise of possibility
and new paths on the journey of life.
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Jordyn Saelor 