1. age and youth cannot co-exist
until one of them gives up their right
to be something they're not.
2. i hold a robin's egg.
marvel at the tiny, delicate, thin shell.
marvel that it holds life, blue as the sky above.
the robin's egg holds me.
3. if, on a cool september morning
you walk the beach,
travelling from driftwood to driftwood,
eventually you will find yourself.
[ from a photograph by rae kennedy - blackbirdstudio.ca ]
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