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Feb 2020
Moss green wallpaper splashes past my open deck,
swirling and shooting like a dulled electrical current.

The gray sky is dripping in anticipation and fermenting with the washable universe,
covering us in a soft embrace that nudges our edge to a wonderful glow.

Flowers reaching, leaves bursting, hearts opening to the beautiful possibility of
dance throughout the day,

one step, then another, then another, twirling upon buoyant fields of Earth until the sun sets and we retreat into a bed of peace.

Slumber, hold, touch and discover; settling down to a deep place of dreams and joy.

Yes….
Todd Monjar
Written by
Todd Monjar  Providence, RI
(Providence, RI)   
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