A thought. . . , Cassidy Lusk, Spring 2023, Acrylic and oil paint, ink, and dish soap on clear Dura-Lar
A thought,
Or a memory,
Residing just below
The surface.

Like a dish,
Or a spoon,
Hiding underneath
The soap suds.

Reach in your hand
And grab hold.
It should be easy.

But the fear
Of the unknown,
And forgotten,
Is paralyzing.

It could cut
Like a knife
Unseen in the deep.
Left beneath the fog.

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