Cascading sound
of newly-discovered
play-ground flocks
to me, summons
play-ground flocks
to me, summons
playtime memories, tries
to pluck into place
my luck to be living.
Walking
sun-drenched trails,
sun-drenched trails,
softly reciting poetry
out of air,
out of frightened heart,
out of frightened heart,
coaxing embarrassed
language which bares
language which bares
no teeth.
With soft lips
like the sea
the words press
the words press
close to my body,
teasing out realization
that despite how often
it feels otherwise,
I am in love
with this living.
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