For Jay

 

While driving this morning

I caught up to the sun

throwing its hot

on the frosted fields

full of browning goldenrod,

 

and the finest steam rose up

breathing out of the gnarled creek

in swirling gasps,

held so tenderly and through

by the light’s soft yellow

that I wanted to reach out and take your hand,

 

even from this impossible distance.

How could anyone not see

that every particle

is pure love. 

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About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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