Outside we venture, to detect the intricate
pulses of the living.
Leaves unfurling, dragonflies pulling out of casements,
human babes emerging from mothers.
There is so much alive and filled with the vibrancy of breath. In the meantime,
There is so much alive and filled with the vibrancy of breath. In the meantime,
traffic curls and the subway rushes,
while
sometimes our hands reach for each other in the dark long night.
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