Fallow 117
The sun is shining
It's fire weather again
Is this the norm now?
Work continues on
Though it's trying to encroach
Back into stressful
Timing in focus
Like walking from the ocean
Wave and sand pulling
But I stand my ground
Press forward despite setback
Those past and coming
Of dreams on the page
Forgotten and remembered
These things lost and gained
Can a man bear weight
With fist clenched around ripcord
If he gets knocked down?
I will get back up
But will the game continue
Or be left to tides?
Time may tell, it seems
What use are these petty/hollow things?
She comes/waits either way.
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