Anything Is Possible

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Impermanence

The things you make were never

meant to stay. The clay pot

breaks into pieces in your hands

for no reason other than the fact

that it exists. The poem you wrote,

carried in a stranger’s pocket,

folded and unfolded so many times

your name has faded from the page.

Everything leaves an imprint

even when you must let it go,