I make my lists
do this today
do that tomorrow
it all makes sense
I don’t get lost
Until I do and
the leaves scatter
just out of reach
the tiny pieces
that hold me
together
Lost in the
firestorm
I did not create
I sit and wait
for the air
to clear
All I want is
a normal day
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Words: timed free-verse (10 minutes), c.b.w. 2018
C.B. Wentworth 