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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, southern, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering
longing sleeps
in soft percale –
with tiny yellow flowers
a shade of thin
are threads already known
as paths
beyond this lowly state –
counted more by grace
life come round
to living us again
as sewn beneath a ruffle
of gentle disregard
for times
we let –
and times we couldn’t go
held before the daylight
wrapped in yesterdays
– quilted patch
of love me more
goodbyes
screen door
opened wide enough
to let all reason fly
the universe we
gathered –
in sheets
of soft percale
. . .
tornadoday 