Inland

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This skin likes the morning light
The way the Sun sounds
When all’s alright
I wonder what hour the tides tend to turn
When adrenaline’s glow
Becomes exhaustion’s yearn

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Right-angle

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So shallow sun
You’re on your way, I see
I, unwittingly lingering at the South end of the street,
Noticed you
And remembered, too
The promise of That December day
Also on its way
Whence I became oh-so-able to endure your tallest morning shadows

Heaven, Here

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It's our backyard
We're allowed
We allow ourselves
Such rights
As to keep a few toys strewn about
Such pleasures
Of the dancing of sun and shadows
Upon the nearly too-long grass
That feels so silky
So blessedly silky
Against our ankles and feet
And the breeze….

Stumbling Blocks 

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You must and you will walk through that last door and dodge stumbling blocks, puddles and smells. And pain.

You’re gonna go breathe.

No, the sun and its smiling to-do will not stop you.

Be forewarned, it may slow you. It may pause you to play.

Should you stumble upon flowers, puddles, smells and such. Wanting the ache of it all. 

Late Sun Day 

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Bring me long shadows
Unorchestrated, lingering glee

Wait while I watch us all exhale
Healed now from last week’s barrage 

Listen with me, will you?
The fight-song building 

Gather up we, the sun-spilled relief
Before we march again 

Status

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Soaked in and wrung out as the Sun at day’s end

With only the scorched skin to show

Hands up and head back, to laugh is the key 

At best and at worst, I am faced to know 

I 

Amuse 

Me