subtle hopeful
shimmer
in the ash
tray
catching some
extra sunshine
the day
before to get
him through
another cloudy day
the weather
no longer seems
to govern
his mood
rises above
that of any ‘normal’
or
recognizable place he has been
sitting
still enough to be a painting
too long and
it’s time to move
where his
heart might be appreciated
and no one
really knows
as he often
finds out
searching so
hard can reveal
that what is
being search for
lies quietly
beneath his fingers…
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