
Petals feather and float,
as their chipped and clipped wings
cascade past thorns and earth

Raindrops echo
a promise kept,
a promise sworn by Spring into Summer.
Life goes on.

Life goes on.
I’ve kept a mental picture.
Your floating,
fleeting from your safe haven,
keeps me here.
I’m snug, safely drifting somewhere
finding comfort in the chaos,
spending time,
nestled in the unpredictable in-between.





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