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After the rain I seek out
a puddle, or a lawn sprinkler, or lie
on my back in the river,
to wet my soul against drought.
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Day 166
The sun also rises on the middle
days, when the air is just air,
and I'm happy to be breathing.
Even heat can be a gift.
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Day 165
The looking glass she stepped through
shattered, so she picked up
the pieces and reassembled
to find her reflection anew
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Day 164
Once the rain, washes tears
from my face, I open my eyes.
I'm circled by friends: each
cradling a piece of my brokenness
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Day 163
Tiny feathers drying amidst broken
shell -- trembling, heart pounding
transformed, soon my soul
will quit the nest and fly.
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Day 162
How does one who once
unabashedly poured love
out, now unwanted, gather
herself into a pitcher
to someday pour again?
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Day 161
Pocket watch in hand, I stare
at the looking glass. If I step inside
will I find myself, or wake
to find it all a dream?
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Day 160
The milk moon fills my glass
strengthens me in the night
I drink my fill of his nurture
spread my wings and take flight.
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Day 159
I see your face, moon at my window
peering past curtains of night.
I sleep the hours away
cradled in rays of your light.
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Day 158
