Morning went quiet like angel hands

touching the depths of unreleased grief.


Outward clouds receded, revealing an

Egyptian blue sky.


An envelope of breezes slipped with small

notice over warm faces.


Blond uncombed hairs twist like

holiday flags under boughs of summer.


Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling

desires while holding dreams yet released.


Sunday afternoon lifted itself like a wave

full of promise.







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