What is possible in the new

Oceans are difficult to describe without
reusing words already past. The sprout
I see beneath the window could barely
grow in a way​ that anyone else has rarely
interpreted already. And as I find
newness in old places we’ve all seen behind,
a new feeling blooms in some
life which flows in that eternal hum.

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