Let’s Talk Once I lit a tiny spark And it caught some leaves amongst the dark It furled and fought the howling wind Only growing louder And never did it thin Once I ripped a paddling pool It spit and spat and began to drool The waves began to crash and grow And it followed me up the hill Onto my toes Once I split a bag of seeds At first just a smattering of glistening beads But that summer they grew and thrived And I wondered why I had kept them So deprived in their tiny bag Once I told my friend That I often had thoughts Of despairing and no hope of mend And of tying myself in knots Once my friend told me Not to put the fire out For I would be unable to see Not to try to close the hole Or hide the words in the undergrowth Once my friend told me Let’s Talk M. van der Heiden Editor in Chief
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