part the waves soon

peeking up between the blades of grass
a new eye has taken hold
through the meteorological directions
having heat and light merry and together
each hour is a place foretold, answering
where the debate of yesterday was
afraid to change the consistent
very happy, actually, to join the reaction
entertaining or amusing but acting the scene
seconds after these adjectives fly
searing these words into a plate of memory
on the occasion of a lucky time remembering
only taken choices putting the maze in
neat little kisses and unique strawberry cheeks
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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