Poetry by Scott Ferry

                ​Timo Newton-Syms CC



somedays the sky 

above my house is enough -
framed by a fence we erected in winter

i could sing but i don’t 
i just breathe in the knowing that all of this blue 

inhaling up forever
will still be here after i die

that my scheduled pain and anxiety
will eventually expire will drop upward

in a floating vortex like ashen seeds
from a charred stalk

that hopefully every bright morning
i spent with my wife and children

will remain somewhere unaltered
with me

as i go

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Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His third book of poetry, These Hands of Myrrh, will be published by Kelsay Books in late 2021. You can find more @ ferrypoetry.com.
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