It's a blessing.
A spinning spiraling ball of blessed
life and love in acrinkled brown sack.
And on the beach of death and loss I open the bag like apacked paper lunch.
I dump it out on the sands of time and watch the tidesweep it out to sea.
It floats and bobs in the silent waves, alone in the wakeof dreams.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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