I’m finding poetry everywhere, these days, like flowers poking up from corners of concrete and asphalt in parking lots, reminding me to look and pay attention. 💬📝

Two that have come up in just the past twenty four hours:

What War Is, Ostap Slyvynsky:

i know you’re afraid of blood so we’ll write it with water

the water the wounded man asked for when he could no longer swallow and just

looked at it

water that seeps through a shelled-out roof

water that can replace tears

Library, Alvy Carragher, from “What Remains the Same”:

Maybe all some people can give you is a way out. / Maybe forgiveness is understanding that’s enough.

(I can’t find Carragher’s poem or the wonderful Centre anywhere else but Facebook, but I promise you the piece is worth it!)