i feel a twinge of hope
when i see
the stripes of light fall across
the bed.
the sun hasn't given up
on us yet.
i see a kid already
up and out in the street kicking
a red ball.
singing, and skipping
along.
the parent on the porch
quietly reading
a book.
the ebb and flow
of it all is so crystal clear
when thinking
of my own life
over the past three years.
there is complete darkness
and then
there's light.
i go into the basement and
find a ball
in the closet, tucked away
tight.
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I feel a twinge of hope
when I see the stripes of light
fall across the morning bed
Outside a kid already up and out
in the street kicking a red ball.
The parent on the porch quietly
reading.
When thinking of my own life, all of it
is crystal clear: there is complete darkness and then
there's light.
Honestly --I think you could end there. I even like the extra space at the end --before the last line. But what the hell, I am just the Ohio editor, not the poet.
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