On that early morning,

coffee on my lips and

a trembling of my fingers,
I wanted to hold tight to my thoughts,
so hard that I’d become one with the pen,
and not give in
to a letting go of pebbles,
of words skipping across the pond
ripples becoming sentences
hitting the shoreline of impermanence
where
I’d have nothing left to say,
but this:
I’d do it all again
just for that
one grin.

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Author: Jes Wright

Editor: Ashleigh

Photo: Ivana Pejak/Pixoto