Friday, January 17, 2014

letters

personal letters
are
openings to the soul
they're warm and fuzzy
like a plunk of honestly stirred into your summer glass of ice tea lemonade
they're a stroll in the park when the sun is just setting
birds flying home
and you can feel yourself breathing
they're like
cheerios floating on the surface of your milk
something to keep you hanging
for grueling days of labor and life and labor

it's the little things that matter after all. truly and sincerely and positively correctly.

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