April 30

I am so honored to be here with you. 

Watching the landscape change 

Before our eyes

Smokescreens being lifted,

Burning and itching tears

That cascade freely

Washing our eye sockets

With fresh rejuvenation.

Spring rises from the ground

In the air ripe with birdsong

We hid inside from the rain

And let ourselves melt

Into the puddle around us.

We were washed, watered, 

Pressed clean and wrapped up.

But hang yourself on the line

And let the wind rip through you

Let the tug of gravity

Drip from your sleeves

And the sun dry us firm and crisp

Till we are imbued and stuck

In the light. 

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