Focal Point

Strawberry Candy

Only the foolish

Are dazzled by perfection

Worn on surface skin

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Wisdom discovers

Truth stored in secret places,

Coaxes seeds to grow

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He Spins His Wheels

wheel

He spins his wheels in sinking sand,

getting nowhere fast;

he wonders where the hours went,

and why he’s always last.

Directions skewed, momentum clipped,

his focal point in sight –

how will he get to going spot

if he can’t see the light?

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We could all use a little light – is yours shining today?