The Opening
The Opening
After delayed and re-routed flights,
after seat-kicking children and an endless
airport shuttle ride that jostled my bones
and every organ inside to jelly, I stand still
on the road in spring sun, my awareness
barely skimming the surface of snowmelt
flowing through the culvert, light turning
cattails the amber-gold of clover honey—
just letting it al…
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