How often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers
How often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers I went to the wilderness to escapeAnd there are worries there too.Caterpillars falling from their treeBefore their chrysalis is completeMy weekend project was to save them,But not everybody makes it—There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—We lost one to the riverA few were squishedAnd one got too close to the coffee pot.That will stick with meBut I saw butterflies too,And in a few weeksWhen I'm not there to see it,There will be more.More from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry…
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