I carry you with me into the stillness

into the shadows of the sun.

Here my thoughts alight: tiny buntings

settling in amid the distant sound of brass.

Dancing without moving, holding

until holding feels familiar.

At dawn the urge to move again

becomes so intense I take to flight,

emboldened by what you said

that one fine morning.

TOGETHER is a place I won’t soon forget.

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