Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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The ocean doesn't care that you're watching. This is what makes it worth watching.
I used to think peace was silence— the absence of noise.
It's raining again and I have nowhere to be angry about it.
The line goes out. The line comes back empty. This is the lesson: most of what you cast into the world returns without what you wanted.
Before the palms were lifted, someone cut them from a tree. Before the road sang welcome,
Hosanna fills the road, bright leaves against the dust, children learning joy
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