you've become
as a door in the day
lending a lighter foot
to a heavy head
spilling sunlight
to the wet sidewalk
baking the sweet smell
of rain and ocean
while I stand at
the threshold, there
patiently waiting, as
I understand the door
is you but it can also
be me
Sunday, February 4, 2024
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