open eyes mean time to move
how fast night passes.
*
find new ways to name
parts of you that challenge me:
"spirit", "passion", " "strength".
*
alone with your blocks,
you discover gravity
and your own power.
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vise around my breath
releases me when you smile,
when your eyes meet mine.
*
"it feels good to yell,"
my son patiently explains.
"it gets the mad out."
*
picking raspberries
I remember not to force
fruit before its time.
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