Perched on the edge of
grief or relief,
I don't so much jump
but am pushed by the momentum of events.
Once in open air,
I hover--
not knowing if I will fly
or simply plummet.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Just an abstract. I envisioned a heart-shaped gem in layers of bedrock... Greg saw a heart-shaped clog in an artery. We are such romantics a...
2 comments:
simple yet deep
Thanks Owen. :)
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