in wanting to tell the story
I keep seeking pace and the sound
this space has me watching a sinking floor
I am chasing the words
a few lines can do the trick
and the landscape appears
words become images
our own, not necessarily the same
recent days feel heavy and stark
a feeling that America’s romance continues to fade
doubts of tomorrow’s arrival have been overstated
as I watch the wheels turn north
the leaves will be gone soon
the smell of the rain tells me so
autumn branches will reflect in the glass
as brown paper bags line the street
gyms will sit empty
no games played, no dances scheduled
siding with something is a precarious step these days
sounds that aim to bury me are not what I am seeking
longing for the self I have rarely seen
I will lend a hand
find the stage that suits your desires
no need for the leading role, just a bit of the light

#scatteredvoices
#lookinginyourwindow
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Over here, spring is trying to break free from our oppressive air, but the gravity in the atmosphere is still
heavier…….
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Excellent reflection of feelings of today. I always look so forward to fall, however, this year will be a challenge.
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