Nature
I am rain sinking into porous stone.
Wind rustling limbs, giving Autumn
leaves their final push;
the fall they've been waiting for.
A stray ember- searching, hungry,
and desperate. Eating myself alive.
I am a seashell cast ashore by the tide,
shining miraculous colors back at a
proud Moon that no one is there to see.
I am Chaos.
I am Peace.
And, nothing at all.
-James Kelley 2019
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