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Concentrated Things

Writer's picture: Leah Scott-KirbyLeah Scott-Kirby

Today feels like the ideal day

to focus on concentrated things.

Not the sugar-coated mountaintops,

melting into syrupy sweet marmalade.

Chunks of peaches

tumbling down her sunburnt cheeks.


Sitting here, alongside a gray-speckled sky,

I feel drawn to the dandelions.

Tucked away for siesta

— cozy in their beds of scratchy greens.


A backdrop to the lines on my hands

— how curious it is when they multiply.

I love them, welcome them,

yearn to ask them their thoughts

of the journey from yesterday.


What have they learned?

What did they lose?

Was there something I missed

— would they tell me if they could?


Even the slow churn of marsh water

may be too imposing for a day like today.

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