it's holding on
that feeling you
just happened to find
it's holding on
you weren't looking for it,
maybe you dreamed
of emotions once lived
similar to this nicety
like those built on youths plentiful
junkyard of joy
but the sleight of hand
had it find you
and maybe you’re just
with dragonflies,
maybe no ones around
there's no difference
when it takes
it takes
and takes
and keeps taking
you over and
over and
over again
until you take it and
see its presence whittling
you into something greater than
yesterday