I settle into the midst
alongside the mass of
sand and shell fragments
waiting for hopes to select me
or cast me aside.
The particles of debris shift beneath me
as waves pass
and I linger holding fused visions
of realignment and change.
Every now and then
the winds of transformation
generate a positive resolve
between dreams and reality.
"The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live."
by Flora Whittemore
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