Just what is needed
The thing for the job
It’s been there all along
Waiting, dormant
Unable to be anything but
It does not change or grow
What it is, is revealed
The last time it was used
Evidence scattered about
Like an afternoon playground
Shared as afterthought
The heart knows all
From which to draw or sing
The thing did it’s job
Always in the making
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Blessed…
m(___)m
