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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
sorrow came by
a week ago sunday
and left without saying a thing
stole me a kiss-
from a bouquet of summers
cut from a garden
of red wintergreen
chiseled from stone –
were steps I remember
– laid to my fate
by running away
shone through the dark
as phosphorus wonder
and pulled through the weeds
by home –
the long way
so easy to tire
the moon hardly matters
words save no passion
for places between
gone is the ache
relieved by our falling
as sunlight to shadow –
when promised
to dream
. . .






















