Monday, May 10, 2021

fold myself like paper 
to find my length
sighing thru the stubborn bits
that resist the bend
not quite creasable 
so crowded with scribbled sentiments
dashed off promises
crossed and dotted
forgotten and blotted
that the sheaves of blank sheets
lined up behind
lay lost from sight
   smell their freshness 
as they slide 
fish slipping thru weeds
wishing on sun wrinkles
fleeting glimmers
waiting to be wonder filled
some new awe to be held

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week