6.11.2008

Absorb


It starts,
It comes up like a gust,
First through the trees,
Then suddenly upon and over everything,
It starts with a closing of the eyes,
And a brief awareness,
Then forgiveness,
And a feeling of everything,
Of every grain of dirt in between your toes,
As they flex and curl,
Cherish this,
Cherish this,
And forget.

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