Second Chances
Published in
Mar 29, 2021
When winds of spring whistle straight through your bones
and divebomb your soul like winds of war,
leaving behind cratered expectations,
you wish a different season would blow in,
launch a new offensive to bleach those bones,
grind and polish those bones until
they glow like laundered sheets on a line
so when the wind whips back around,
your bones may rise, dance, begin again.