Hello
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he’s there…hidden in plain sight
Read MoreWhen I was made of wood
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I was the barn beside an old road,
stuffed with hay and cats and oats
filled with rays of sunshine,
spiders on all my wooden bones.
Transformation
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i need the reminder that what once was
will become again
that what is hidden will be seen
that the soul i once held and carried
and will be mine in my arms again
Springtime on my lips
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i breathe into the sound of baby birds
calling for their mother
and i am reminded that you never will
but for the first time in many months
i can relax into the smiling sun
and my lips pulse warmly
from the kissing of your grave