We dropped
humble words
like rain
onto
tin roofs
&
in the
mediating
darkness,
all was
beautiful,
all was
well
&
there was
warm acceptance
spilling
out,
over,
into
&
the shadows
greeted us
lovingly,
words sprinkled
like
lightening-bugs—
thriving
&
we laughed
into
the dark
tomorrow
&
we were
not
afraid,
for life sleep
greeted us
like old friends
&
we were
not
afraid.
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