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Here is a place where we can be fully present and write our nows into existence

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POETRY|AFFECTION

Thermal

On walking with love

Dec 14, 2024

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A woodland path through a pine forest in the winter
Photo by on

We walked between time
and you cooed and stroked my infant self
while my heart sang hymns of your radiance
organs humming and hairs standing at attention
the road rolling away in front of us
to be walked by unweary feet
light steps unaccompanied by grief
burdens carried by willing shoulders
made strong under your sun

Nowisms
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Here is a place where we can be fully present and write our nows into existence

Logophobic
Logophobic

Written by Logophobic

PE teacher, rowing coach, and fearer of words and their consequences

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