Fragmented
space
time
breath
Fragmented
world
life
self
Collected
slips
scraps
snatches
Collected
lines
threads
words
All,
palm-cupped
heart-fastened
clasped
like
dust
sea-glass
pebbles
cicadas’ spent
shells
Reworked
refashioned in
imperfect
whole.
This tenacity,
this persistence,
this work of
being.
— C.Birde, 7/20
Nightjars & Damselflies 
I love that you used the photo to inspire your poem, you are a wonderful human being ☺️
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It was actually the other way around — the poem began forming Monday, took shape Tuesday, and then the photo came in support (thanks to your “challenge”!) ❤
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The blank spaces in between speak so much. Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much. We’re all fragmented, I suspect, and struggling to put the pieces together…!
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