Hope Poem by John W. McEwers

Hope

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Keep counting.
The days will pile in your hands
until sunsets spill from you fingertips,
and the lost time wiggles from your pockets,
and my face still never walks back through your door.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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