Necessity
If I’m hiding
search for me
in a spider’s dream
or web of twilight.
You might find me
in shadows gone
ladybug on a lemony
sway of eucalpytus.
Consider me in
the moon’s crackle
above the pines.
I’m there just before
stars prickle
with the promise
of what we
need the most.
this month.
Fill your sentences with imagery.
Take a raw experience and shape words
into a rhythm with all the senses.
Explore a mystery.
Bring in wild joy and ache of sorrow.
Dabble in confusion and magic.
Let the reader realize a connection to
what we need the most.
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