Morning

I cast my words out wide
Dandelion seeds on the wind
Looking for fallow ground
Hoping someone will find them
Hoping they will nurture them

All my shattered choices, grief, pain and pleasure
Giving voice
Not one voice in the wilderness
A chorus, singing triumphantly
Arms raised feeling the warmth of the sun
The bite of the wind
One hundred percent alive
One moment of clarity

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