It made quite an intense flame for a bit.
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But it died down quickly until we fed it again with
science worksheets,
social studies homework
and math.
All that flimsy paper began to fly through the air,
raining charred bits of 8th grade all around us.
The yard is still a mess with all the bits of burnt paper.
I’ve tried to pick them up but they disintegrate the moment I touch them,
making a bigger mess.
It’s like that with most flimsy things.
Excuses.
Insecurity.
Fear.
Lies.
They all eventually make a mess
blowing around out of control
all over your yard.
It’s no accident that things with substance,
weight to them,
are the things that bring warmth.
Cause us to bring our chairs closer.
Make us want to linger.
Roast a marshmallow.
Not run for cover picking burnt up tissue-paper thin shrapnel
from our hair and clothes.
Here’s to a summer of substance.
To skipping the shallow part of the pool and diving into the waters of the deep end.
To talking soul-to-soul, not just face-to-face.
To laying down a foundation for your life that won’t blow away as soon as the spark dies down.
Here’s to things that last.
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