30Poems – Day 29

There are really hard days.  Lava runs  hot and suddenly frozen solid.

There is an urgent need to crack through to the core of things.  But no tool

is sufficient to the task of breaking

the crust

the roiling, boiling center

just below the surface

heaves and sobs.

While a tiny sprout stretches upward to the sun.

on which note, we return again, to Emily.

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