Against All Odds (Survival)
No crash from headlong dash.
No looped stitch bartering arteries.
Looming trains uninterrupted
(Still waiting for it, still
waiting for it.)
Day to day despair repaired
with spared arts, artifice.
A belated drafty poem for the wonderful Izy Gruye’s “Out of Standard” prompt on With Real Toads to write a poem celebrating what in fact didn’t happen. My time hasn’t really been my own for a bit, so am very sorry to be late visiting other blogs! Will make it up!
Since original posting, I have changed the title.
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