The Hope Heist

Shiney grain of sand
Glistens new under the sun
Not gone unnoticed

How far it must be
For you to catch the U-turn
Let me ease the pain

Let me trim these years
By pointing out what is gained
Might not have been meant

It will be better
If good is perfect in form
What is very good?

If choice is preserved
How can very good be planned
With good's precision?

The timing perfect
But some bones remain unpicked
Unexpectedly

Over, not within?
A matter of perspective?
Fearless of first things?

Tiny glint of hope
Enters the hope filled chamber
Traditionally

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