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vence on the edge of a mountain overlooking the ocean

I am a knapsack
tied to an abandoned birch branch.
I am a pebble along the shoulder
of a four-lane highway, Route 55
chasing the sun.
I am a heads-up penny
on the floor of a train that’s non-stop
Chicago to Dallas.
I am the white, feathery seed
of a dandelion
flirting with the wind.
I am the worn soles
of a pair of Converse
speckled with rainwater and mud.
And you are time.
We move together
Each other’s desire,
each other’s demise.

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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