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.