Sunday, May 1, 2016

New Moon

It was the day I stopped
that I realized that life
is wide open
It didn't matter how you
as long as you got there
Maybe the road was too long
I think there are certain
things that shouldn't matter at all
like money
Floating on a cold blue lake
there's always another wave
I walked with a crunch
that reminded me of a
far off place
Dried grass
in a hot Michigan summer
Birds and the chatter of
Poplar trees
My blue underwear on a
smooth stone
new breasts free
The moon lit from
drew it's shadow across
the water
It smiled at me perfectly
like you would someday

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