Monday, March 2, 2020

Like tiny feet hopping around the floor of my heart,
your absence from my everyday thumps and thrums,
a happy, playful reminder that, though we’re apart,
our fondness finds each other and gently drums—

some circles of stretched skin that hum in the dark,
steadily echoing around fire’s flickering tease:
the rhythm that tracked howl’s slow turn to bark,
and monkey’s unending march from the trees.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week