Power of now




Subterranean tunnels

in my mind


I glide dream



greeting faces

left behind.


Long gone lovers



horses graze at gates,

I used to open:


pathways take

me deep to


powerless childhood,

I strain to breathe


fight battles that

I’ve never won:


until I wake to this,

crocus blooming


another spring

soft breeze promise




& new beginning.




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