The cupboards of yesterday are clearing out
to make space for new life.
The placing of a photograph
supersedes the main event.
Cells dividing and dying
are without crying, just letting go.
The reading of a book
is superseding its writing.
Nature is neither denying, or hoarding.
The constant blight of warring and fighting
is simply earth realigning.
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Thanks for reading this, Chester. Please visit again soon and keep these poetry blogs rolling:)
that gives me hope
I’m glad …