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April 16, 2022

Lines

Lines

On the horizon

of an exhausting day

Being silenced

By the colors

That rest my mind


Lines

that shape

my dog’s black fur

mingled with gray

loving me

without condition

Lines

that had me standing

in the snow

For impossible presents

From written-in-crayon Christmas lists

Lines

of buried and fading

castles in the sand

Slowly disappearing

with each smack of wave

Lines

Of my children’s tiny feet

the day they were born

Three Days that life was changed

For better

forever

Lines

On the saucer of my plate

Coffee stained

Leftovers of priceless speak

Remembering I am deeply loved

Lines

Of tattoos

permanently marking my skin

Of places

and people

That I love

And will Never forget

Imaginary Lines

from my heart to heaven

searching for wisdom

on days I’m completely lost

And exhausted

I follow the line

up

Lines

of the woods

sometimes green

sometimes barren

where I find respite

peace

And constantly amazed

by nature’s miracle

Of all the lines

There are those

I keep a little closer to my chest

warm and safe

Lines that change me

every time they appear

Warm me

Wrap me up

Lines

framed

around your eyes

Beneath

and Above

Smiling lines

The ones I see

When you

see me

Those lines

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