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Now home in bed, I review the politics. When I try to protect myself I leave parts of my love at the door, in the street, in the glove compartment of the car. I leave much of my sweetness underground. I have been swallowing all these new sentences lately and calling it discernment. I am trying to be subtle, trying not to raise hell. You ought to know I've thought of little else but you. Here are some words I abandoned last week...(they're still in the street)My love for you is growing wild as rain. There are no walls. It's happening already. It happened already.
Brava! Evocative and mysterious and moving. 💕
I was so intimidated by poetry. The fear of not understanding it. It's great to listen and to read your words and allow myself to meander with my thoughts. Thank you