dizzy anticipation
lump in my throat
ink on my hands
your touch,
ripples the water
melts my defense
jumping the fence
who knows
what is ahead
i know, there are new mornings
new skies
every color of blue and gray
new levels of pain
and depths of laughter
deeper knowing
and fighting
intensional wounds
& accidental cuts
sorting through old stuff
building, creating, growing new
new maps and hideaways
new favorites and routines
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