Tuesday, October 27

poem looking towards

Soothentually

I hear horns

roll on the blanket

I long for your eyes where
my eyes are staring I vision

I welcome that hornet
the sting is no match
when you are soothing

yes yes I say
to myself
I know

patience
slow motions

not a bird startled
not a cat

we have grace
eventually

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