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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, here, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder
these hands
how they love you
as lips to your song
of a place
I was going
someday
near a bend
in the river
where cattails are free
to move without music –
as one
with the waves
were rocked
by an ocean
in love with the sky
remade us to story
of clouds
filled with rain
how distant
endearing –
the thundering boom
rattles the windows
when I hold you
this way
. . .
tornadoday 