Yesterday I stood silently
looking up at the hill
the empty spaces
the lingering pile of wood chips
missing the trees.
The shape of a wing
I looked up and there you were
dancing in the sky
reminding me of hope
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Soft light touching branches and leaves
Sitting in Starbucks
A star with antlers
Star, like a wild horse, bucking across the universe
Cacophony of noise
Chairs being dragged
Voices in a myriad of languages
Competing with music for space
A blur of sounds
Orders called out
I am consistent with a green tea almond latte
Extra large, extra scoop
Chocolate chip cookie melts in my mouth
Closed eyes everything is distinct and blurred
I write for the first time since …. when?
Who will read, who cares?
Just do it
The light is bright
The pain is absent
I breathe as if coming up from the depths of a dark lake
Letting this go
From the Fox River in Illinois to Secaucus, New Jersey