colorless moments of stressed inhibition
must i be always backed into a corner before i come
fighting?
a sea of bad news and brake lights
ahead
even tears and smiles
were a stretch
then
from that place of half flag summer fatigue
arose a current from the far
east
we would not know until we opened two walls
the windows
life came into the trees
i awoke feeling different
all the colors returned
time was no longer just a waiting for work
there was meaning
it was personal
it was yours
it was mine
© kwm
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