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I search the corners (of this earth) gone wild

I, the potter's daughter

with clay in the cracks of my bones

alone-

I write words into the ground as seeds,

I knit lavender into my sweater seams,

and look for cracks in walls.

I ride my bike through crowded streets,

I recycle my worn-out dreams,

and look towards the rim of the skies.

In my quest I've felt

     the painful wind

     the rainfall in     -discriminate

and have outgrown these shoes

and needing a hope to cling to

(a hope to step into)

I search the corners (of this earth)

gone wild.