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By Sawyer Depp
Walking, Wading, Searching, For
Something I don’t know.
Doing, Hoping, Loving, For
Something long ago.
A weed in my mind entrenched
Itself among forgotten things,
There it sat growing strength
As my mind slowly erased.
Is it a weed?
Or is it meant to stay?
Why does it linger so long?
If it’s to go, then let it go today.
It has bothered me for far too long.
But if it is meant to stay,
Let it be a dandelion.
Let it flower.
Let it gray.
And when the time is right,
Let the Western Wind bring Spring
And blow it all away.
Sawyer Depp is a McConnell Scholar in the class of 2024. He is studying political science, history, and creative writing at the University of Louisville.