My hope is a blue fluffy pillow.

A mirror of the sky, there to cushion my falls.

It glows; sunlight through a window.

 

My hope is the city.

The smell of cigarettes

mingling with bus exhaust.

Empty sky with stars on the ground

in orderly lines.

 

My hope is the ocean.

Giving and taking.

Advancing and receding.

Salty air on my skin.

 

My hope is the bells in the distance.

Spices and smoke,

foreign places I have yet to see.

 

My hope is laughter,

my hope is wails.

My hope is goodbyes and hellos and the tippy-tap of little feet.

My hope is life.

 

by Katherine Pixley

 

Kate Pixley is a poet, comedian, and student from Des Moines, Iowa.

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