shapes on the ground
below standing
watch as events unfold
like blankets
on a warm winter night
relatively pleasant
finding the spot
on the opposite
of that warm
winter night
need to change
everything
and not wait
nine more years
before making the switch
new day
and the sun is shining
still chilled
something off
not quite sure
never not
finding the time
to stop & sit
& think
& breathe
an adjustment
made to any situation
even when
impossible to move
the thought
up from above
rain down on the head
standing one
with the confusion
and sudden rush of blood
chilled mist
of summer they might say
candle light the way
through the fog
they might call it a cloud…
split the thick and find
new ideas rise like sun after
darkness clears a path
from one end to the other
nothing concluded…
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