on Coming Forth

Bare-faced,

Sun-burnt-

Empty-handed,

High-top AllStars-

There are so many ways to Come Forth-

So many languages buried in the heart-

and never-

Will the fire burn the same twice,

even as the Moon sheds its shape every month,

and morning-

On the hill top-

in my sneakers-

mist-frizzed hair and

time-squished soul-

all the ways to say

I love you

get lost in the day’s blue fog.

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