To Love and Work
written by: K.D. Rose
@KDRose1
We carry small choices across generations,
resurrecting puzzles and pale faces,
daring, fertile,
as if suffering and pleasure will one day prove a great feast.
We are auctioned daily at our desks.
We are proficient at all weather smiles,
trudge home in burnt clothes,
yearning for eyes that see.
The surge and swell of inner tides exposed by lamplight
floods and wraps around us.
Invisible hands write, piercing our day of veils.
I turn myself into a green field of daisies.
I will be spring.
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