Reluctant Poet

I always wanted to take
huge leaps of faith off tall buildings,
soaring across the gap, among the stars,
if only for a few brief moments,
leaving a trail of golden story blazing in the night sky,
but my words come differently,
one tiny, fragile blade of grass at a time,
rooted to the clay and in plain sight
for any traveler with the time and inclination to look.
Such is the gift of the reluctant poet.

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