twenty-five degrees out & the air is sweet
with just enough sun to make it taste like springtime,
& flowers, & the freshness of the world after it rains.
we dance without jackets & twirl in the fading light,
wishing ourselves forward in time.
but the clouds draw ever closer
& we have many moons to go.
and if we could all walk with our feet
firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world
so distant become what nurtures us,
if we could all walk only for a moment
without our hatred, without our grudges,
this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.
I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.
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