the first day I shimmy off my winter coat by the afternoon;
sit in the grass and feel warmed by the breeze, then, that thick blue curtain of evening; the sun burns out like a cigarette and I lace up my shoes.
I walk around town and sing sidewalk to sidewalk, loud and round as if there's any wine-soaked stagger to my step.
I sit on the curb and listen to the clatter of dinner plates across the street, a basketball keeping beat; break off a sprig of the neighbor's rosemary bush to stow beneath my pillow.
I don't feel entirely myself quite yet.
I know I will. the week. bolts out in ahead of me my hands. waiting just above the current. people have been washed away by less. I'll take every step gently. so often, you can't tell the rush of a riptide until you're already at sea.
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Poetry[ 8th Collection of Poems ] Poetry, the song of the heart, Beautifully penned to bring deep emotions into life. A highly recommended read STARTED: MARCH 8, 2021 FOLLOW ME Kindly send some feedbacks and request. -Love Miscellany
