another instance,
i just can't recall.
collective grief
what once was...
what could be?
optimism,
like a faint spark—
cannot be spent.
this little flicker
flows where it will,
offering us a glimpse
of what will be.
and to that,
we can hang on.
© December 17, 2025 /baccusbee
(Words and image are mine. This one is from my camera roll. Thanks for reading.)
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