Monday, October 3, 2022

We see each other peeking
between clenched teeth,
white-knuckled brains straining
to spin and climb, gain
the slightest sliver to light
a path away from our pain.

So why not glow — burn
ochre against slate skies; cry
sappy tears from our tapped
trunks, eyes sunken under
knotted fists; leave our roots
to recharge — and release into
the fall?

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week