The urge towards beauty


Snail, you cross my path and teach me a lesson

The urge toward beauty slowly moves – like you – clear in its destination

Cement and brick replace the ravages of mortar and flame

Hands form lace in search of healing

Green grows over land blackened with fire

Paint gives new life to sniper nests in bobsled runs

Your shell a patient spiral, winding round and round

Path crossing moments that are too familiar

Vivid memories making the body tremble, reaching for the calm of a cigarette

Poignant visions of what used to be, lying underneath what is seen

Yet as the circle repeats, something new is created from the yearning

A perfect form, capturing the exquisite beauty of what is whole

Your soft vulnerability tucked inside


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