Sunday, May 3, 2015

5/3


Think about it, five years out, the winds
Blow no softer. The change is I can
Stand before them.

Not easily, but now, after all these hours, days
Months and years, I can sound weather,
Find leeward edges

Find respite, hide quietly in the sweet
Corners that allow time to recoup, and
Finally live on.

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