I'm happy it is a new month. I feel like a child washing their feet in a puddle.
I wish I had more to say about the marriage of sunshine and feeling good in the morning.
Lately, I have been writing litanies--something about arrival and departure and freeing the now to these. Something about uncupping dialects of the heart.
(I am a poet after all. You should be too; all poets are comrades.)
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