Sorting It Out

last lines,

but new thoughts

about old things.

i need to write about something else.

So here it goes--

today i slid down sand

steep dunes

rocks thrown,

old sofas.

and tried

to catch

a fish

all on a tuesday,

pollen-filled may

afternoon

and a steady friend

with a young heart

and a soft wind

by the lost pond

and suddenly

I can breathe.

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