Every time I mention color,
there’s a zing, a tether
connecting me outwardly
to something bigger
and every time I see morning,
I wonder if this will be THE day
and every time I breathe love,
someone shakes the ropes
holding me fast. It’s a messy fall,
every time,
limbs flailing across sunset,
the reds masking the blues
and my whole body tingles
with an ineffable desire
to do it all again.


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