Wishbone

There wasn’t a wishbone

Nothing to fight
Nothing to break
Nothing to lose

I didn’t think to notice

Everything I wanted was ahead of me
on the stairs

Only took climbing up
after falling down
to see

I’m afraid to look back

The sun is mauve and orange
and warm colors of gratitude

I don’t want to remember
the white and black
of loss

When today is so good
and things

not known                                                                                                                                                       not trusted                                                                                                                                                           not wished

are true

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