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Aroma of soil in my hand, first green
shoots peeking up, pit-pat
of spring rain, all tucked away
in a trug until summer.
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Day 130
Time lets me think I carry him
in my pocket, ticking like a lullaby.
I sleep. He flies.
I wake to tomorrow's silence.
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Day 129
Tear the pages from my favorite book,
stitch them together tight.
Wrap myself in the blanket
so I can dream tonight.
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Day 128
Silent flow, black against white:
my ink blood spills on the page.
Words and phrases come alive
within each heartbeat.
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Day 127
A storm teeters on the edge of the day,
waits for the sun to take
her warmth from the sky,
a few degrees 'til explosion.
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Day 126
Made a wish at eleven-eleven
on a lucky star.
You're not here yet, but that's okay.
I still believe in the moon's magic.
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Day 125
Stark branches tipped in new green
reach toward a lavender sunset,
grasping for the retreating arms
of this spring day.
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Day 124
Today the road calls my name
so I mount an iron horse at your back.
I open my arms to the wind,
close my eyes and I fly
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Day 123
Thunder growls from afar
making promises he can't keep
as Sun pokes her fingers into
frayed holes in loose-knit clouds.
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Day 122
