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Stop and go again
As filed cars test patience
Just inhale, exhale.

The Oak Tree

He slumps, exhausted
From decades of standing strong
Refusing to sit.

Laying on a Warm Towel, Looking Out

A rock powder sea
Attracts constant, gentle hugs
From its foamy friend.

Release

Fingers dance with strings

With graceful, solid rhythm

Laughing heartily.

Waking Up

In a soft black sea

I could stay here all day long

As dreams quickly cease.

Sensory Overload

His fingers touch me

Against cheek, neck, back of head

My eyes beg to close.