Cracks

By Neal Crook

During my morning meditation
I notice cracks
In our recently repaired stone walls
Some hairline
Others deeply etched

What is the cause
Our home precariously perched upon a hill
Settling into complacency
Perhaps an angry door-slam

I rummage through my tool box
Some recently acquired
A few in need of WD-40
I apply spackle
Sand the roughness and paint

Once again
I achieve an appearance of renewal

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“I recently relocated from hectic Los Angeles to serene Cambria, California. Many of my poems are inspired by the beauty of the central coast. My life filled with gratitude in a world of chaos is daily inspiration.” – the writer

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