on minimalism

A blank white sky
The cold sets in
soaking our cheeks,
dripping from fingers.
It smells like tradition and feels like
a baptism
new beginnings

I want to shed layers
(I wore too many this year)
Things, yes, but also
Unfriendly friendships and
Too much heart for too little space.

Let go of bad habits.

Let go. Let go.
Sell my posters from high school
And hang a tapestry from clothespins.
There’s no line in my room,
but there’s room for a breeze.
And it will catch my sails if
I let go of the port.


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