things do shatter,

life energy gets slight,
hope goes flat–

but I don’t think it is TOO bad–
it doesn’t feel
as if it will fall flatter. . .

Now, best to set
right to the work
of sweeping up
this cutting danger matter.

And to that,
I am no stranger,
so perhaps I’ll even know
just what to do,

and things will rearrange here,
so that afterwards,
my space and life
may even get
a little better.

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