Consonants and vowels and places in between. Longing, longing, I am a longing machine.

thank you for this day
and the miles of moments that
litter the way from here to there
and there to there and back again.
thank you for this breath
and the sudden thrill of wings on air
the violent upswing of sunlight on
streams of summer heat
thank you for this wild unkempt
which draws me in, which draws me in
which shows me the sound of July
points me towards the water
and gives me back my swimming spine.


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