in the eyes of a crow
the pressure of
a million little things
the sandbox becomes
a small pond
finding myself
stuck in the middle
in the eyes of a crow
a nutcracker
asleep on my feet
in a crowded train
fixed on the now empty space
beside Grandpa
a distant valley glows
at day break
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Nice poems you put together. Stuck in the middle, a feeling I've known all too well in life. Retirement dreams as well, the problem being with inflation it's getting harder and harder to ever reach that level I would like. So I side hustle for some extra cash when I have the chance.
How are things going with his cancer treatment?