4.
Huddled against yesterday’s memories
-an old sweater, favorite blue jeans-
I find childhood.
Huddled against yesterday’s memories
-an old sweater, favorite blue jeans-
I find childhood.
From rubble, wreckage, and sweat, a new hope is born.
The smallest spark
will set the night aflame-
all else
will fade.
Eyes in the sky,
heart on the ground.