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| Noah at the Secret Park just before a storm - SX-70 Polaroid |
On the last day of the year.
As the end draws near.
Skies go grey.
Shadows come out to play.
The wind grows cold.
A new story unfolds.
This well traveled path, broken stone, greenest grass.
A creek filled with mirrored glass.
Mirror, mirror.
What do you see.
Hollow eyes.
Stare back at me.
Focus beyond the veil.
Your imagination sets sail.
Dreams like fallen leaves.
There is a time to grieve.
Thoughts may be scattered.
Broken, worn, and tattered.
A heart filled with time & sand.
The hours fall away by slight of hand.
Tick tock goes the clock.
I stand there, solid rock.
This spirit is strong.
All good, no wrong.
Now I will breathe.
Sweet sighs of relief.
Paper clouds, red skies.
Look closely, open your eyes.
Swing high, swing low.
Forever a wavy flow.
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End notes:
Although my heart stays heavy with the recent news of Noah's tumor, I am beyond grateful for you...
You prove time and time again.
You are my dear friend.
You allow time for healing.
No judgment, no condemning.
You allow me to grieve.
Wipe tears on your sleeve.
From pound cake to laughter.
You keep refreshing each chapter.
The last hike of the year.
Brought me so much, so dear.
I don't know if I can ever thank you enough.
For just being there, listening to all my fluff.
I just hope you know.
How dear and how much I thank you so.
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