after the storm the street seemed more alive
as if the trees had finally grasped
what they were all about
the people opposite picked up debris
and swept their drives bare
as I came back here
to whatever it is I do behind these quiet curtains
I had been out on an errand
and froze
in muscle skin and bone
then I remembered when walking had been easy
and ran all the way home
clear out of road
clear out
of road
This epiphany is drenched with purity and surprise. Cheers, Laurie Keim
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Thank you Laurie. I deeply appreciate your thoughtful response to my poem.
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Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying.
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