This early morning,
patio stones
under my naked feet,
then up the deck stairs,
then the humid air,
the sudden inhalation
of spring honeysuckle.
I don’t hurt anymore.
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This early morning,
patio stones
under my naked feet,
then up the deck stairs,
then the humid air,
the sudden inhalation
of spring honeysuckle.
I don’t hurt anymore.