If I was a miracle I'd be like a dandelion
A burst of floating finely feathered
Inspirations landing silently
In places of darkness
To delight and tickle alive
The lost sense of wonder.
If I was a miracle I'd not be like a firework
Exploding fast and bright
I would be sure to be slow
And linger
Held in an updraft
Instigating awe
And tears of happiness
And a remembering that you are never alone.
First published on biba.cent.co as a collectible NFT June 2022.
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford5 days ago in Fiction
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