Poetry

To Hope (in homage to Emily Bishop)

Hope is not a thing with feathers

It is a thing with scales

That slips and slides through all your brain

And never stops or fails


And clearest – in the murky depths

And cruel must be the brute

That could squash this little fish

That no one could pollute





I’ve felt it in my darkest void

It slides around my heart

And all is ever says to me

Is “You Won’t Fall Apart”.

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