by Hiram Larew
Kitchen Spatula
I dont think I have ever cried as an adult Maybe I never will But I have come close a few times lately When chances seemed so slim that they seemed right Or when the biggest risk The one I should never take seemed possible finally.
I am really just a stupid kid grown up I manage to mix up birds that are deep up in the sky With what I hope will become my future And I give up over and over again because Everyone else is so confident They know more in a blink than I ever will.
Someone I cherish recently showed me By scraping sauce from a bowl That Im wasteful Someone else who I need is taking me through time By starting at maybe Nothing I do learns Maybe the best thing to do Is to imagine what I want so hard so long That even if I cant I will.
Last
You are not with me For lettuce or for life But if theres an ever Or gifts pure as logs over water With the wonderful smoke of belonging Then please promise in all in every In simple in finally That I will remember you near me.
Previously published in The Great Lawn
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