Brevity

For Deela

Life is too brief
to nurture bitterness
or coddle blame
to feast on hatred
or jealousy
or someone else’s
unkind intentions

A snap of fingers
and life flutters
fickle wings above
trees, forest, lake, mountain
words, weaknesses, worries
blessedly exchanged for
glory streets
of laughter
and painlessness

Clay footed
the mud of earth
still clings
reminders of my frailty
my pettiness
my need for
a wide open butterfly sky
of hope

Quietly
She reminded me of this
and she reminds me still

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