Writing
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I reach for the stem, afraid to ask—can it exist? Small parachutes of silver, begging with tears—promise me it’s going to be okay. Cheeks full of air, a smile in the shadows, I release you in a whoosh, little seeds everywhere. I grab the next one—To letting go! And lie on my back. The sun…
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Sweating. Tossing, turning. Sleeping, alarm blaring, smoking. Snot covered, sniffling, screaming. Wiping, aimless shuffling. Searching. Avoid sharp objects. Avoid trees on walk with dog. Stumbling desire. Shifting, sweet. In line, hopeful. “Next!” Stepping forward, “An ice cream cone.” An end to suffering. Tapping screen, pausing– “The machine’s down, sorry.” Laughing.
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Pirouettes through puddles, everything shines at once.Overwhelm me into laughter. What a wonderful world! So confusing, so straightforward.Glass walls, darkness insists, an illusion everlasting,spotlight moving. Listen to me! Fall down, get up.Smile at the sun, the rain, especially darkness.A beautiful reminder– Change! Golden memory, glittering sun, A bow in thanks forthe opportunity.
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