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The Sad of Life

There’s a sad drooping in the air today.

A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid.

It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly—

oddly enthusiastically.

Tomorrow, I will place it in the trees and fly it back home.

And I will send for the sun to melt the ice it left behind.

photo of body of water in between grass field during golden hour
Photo by Avery Nielsen-Webb on Pexels.com

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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