new year, new day rattles in work yells and stomps its feet while i move slowly into gear. 1.2.17
day 1
house holds the chill from yesterday while splashes of sun warm the grass i long to close my eyes again and dream of days to come. 1.1.17
anticipation
i am the burning red of stop before it turns to go i am the glass of wine pouring until overflows i am the moment of suspense answers yet unknown i am the dancer spinning upon bruised toes i am the siren wooing against the ebb and flow i am the dreamer seeing more than …
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