Tuesday, November 18, 2014

It is then.


how can I explain:

sometimes I leak happiness,
dripping sharp silver
like smudged joy foot-prints
on bleak gray world.

it is then:

my touch tingles with certainty,
serendipity sings,
the light bathes
all things purple,
and sudden smiles
come like soft snow.

it is then:

I am wrapped in self-expression,
unafraid, undaunted, undiluted!

no sudden moves, please--
you might scare it all away.

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