My grandmother smiles at me
With a chip in her front tooth
And my heart fills with aliveness
The poetry of aging
The poetry of cracks in the sidewalk
Where children have painted sunflowers in chalk
I have come to love this kind of art
Just how I love seeing raw earth on my carrots
Pulling them from the ground
The curls and twists,
A miracle before me
This mess of AI and botox
Plastic perfection held neatly
within a display case.
We have become divorced
From that which grew us,
Hidden away in ivory towers,
Left aimlessly wandering
pursuits of falsehood
Within the sterile destruction,
I look to those who dare to live
And let live
To those who paint sunflowers in sidewalk chalk and
Allow the sunshine to glimmer a little longer
in the corners of their eyes.
Caught hold of something bright and fierce
That special cackle of knowing,
A heart filled with aliveness
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
My grandmother smiles at me
With a chip in her front tooth
And my heart fills with aliveness
The poetry of aging
The poetry of cracks in the sidewalk
Where children have painted sunflowers in chalk
I have come to love this kind of art
Just how I love seeing raw earth on my carrots
Pulling them from the ground
The curls and twists,
A miracle before me
This mess of AI and botox
Plastic perfection held neatly
within a display case.
We have become divorced
From that which grew us,
Hidden away in ivory towers,
Left aimlessly wandering
pursuits of falsehood
Within the sterile destruction,
I look to those who dare to live
And let live
To those who paint sunflowers in sidewalk chalk and
Allow the sunshine to glimmer a little longer
in the corners of their eyes.
Caught hold of something bright and fierce
That special cackle of knowing,
A heart filled with aliveness
