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Day 48 (Lessons)

The last of the suns warmth 

echoed and turned under the horizon

 

as if under a blanket against the cold. 

 

I am a created thing. 

I am teachable, still,

and changing in ever-increasing circuit. 

 

Today I am not the sum of my fear. 

Today I am like the moonrise 

covered over in cloud. 

100poemsMegan Bowser