Making ripples in puddles

one armed catch
fearful of crashing
overthrown, I reach
kingdom of heaven on earth

a growing edge
freedom, wild spaces
barely touching the ground
words of wisdom make it whole

virus the forefront
my goodness what a mess
recognize error, repair with
strength of a thousand horses pounding

lay down a bed of rose petals
chances we took to belong and sustain
free me a space for a nice walk in the woods
Show me your hand, let me feel your worry lines

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