Hidden in plain sight,
Like a stop sign late at night,
headlights illuminate the possibilities
run it
stop it
begin again
The smell of sweetness in the late summer air
Dry grass longing
for a drink
Craving the
heaviness of rain’s lonesome fall
Walking down the flight of stairs,
Feeling the hardwoods under foot,
Onto the porch
To watch the
shadows
My familiars
My friends
Air
Light
Night
The possibilities.
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