“Linchpin”
Three generations,
household families become clans,
extended from one.
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Three generations,
household families become clans,
extended from one.
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Attempts to be all,
until all becomes white noise,
deafened by silence.
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Split wood in the hearth,
food- and wine-laden table,
and relaxed laughter.
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Lone flickering flame,
holding the darkness at bay,
glowing focal point.
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Tides ebb, the wheel turns,
sand grains wash out and return.
Hold fast the taut line.
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Flakes of gilded foil
crust undulating black sheets,
yellow moonlit waves.
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Flicker rekindled,
searching for a direction.
Candle in the dark.
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Over-exertion,
stretched too much, or not enough,
forced, much needed rest.
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Harsh edges mellowed,
absorbed, rounded in wood grain,
with lingering burn.
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A beacon is lit,
or a silent gesture made,
a hand reaching out.
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