The Things We Do Not Become
The things we do not become
lay like ancient eggs inside
us, brittle, mottled, so fragile
to our words. If only
some one thing had been different,
some warmth had developed
and they had bloomed, to riot
that still air
and live!
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
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