sometimes i just have to say…thank you

he props me up
giving the illusion that
it is alone that i stand

pushed forward there
is no opportunity to even
wave goodbye to

the life i wish
i had known
like a wet winter

morning the sun does
not dawn yet behind
the clouds its warmth

is apparent unfrozen
animated by
the force that operates

the universe i am
awed with my rising
and praises spring forward

he turns the earth
he sets the moon
the stars he calls

by name and me
singular small neurotic
me, he loves


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