NAPOWRIMO Day 3
It’s Not So Straight Forward
We live so there shall be
beauty
in all things.
The purple clover pops
through the crops
embroidered into the field.
A once-good man pulls his meth
from a hollow Bible, tempting death
and penning sermons for his flock.
On clear nights, the pale smears
of other galaxies appear;
celestial mists in the heavens.
celestial mists in the heavens.
A young girl in Britain,
a Goth, was beaten
for it and died. Did you know?
The tangible horrors of the Vernichtungslager
or the lift of a note in the music of Ladurner
a woman whose sexual history is muddled
just a drop of rain in a puddle
the radiation leaks
the dog found after being at sea for weeks
the dog found after being at sea for weeks
bloody revolutions
peaceful resolutions
even puffy parkas in snow
You know. We live—
so
there is beauty in
all
things.
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