Georgia mornings forme e luoghi del potere I wanted to say
this morning felt like
a Georgia spring morning
when the heaviness in the air
is the heat trying to start the day.
I walked down Chicago city sidewalks
covered in the spring green of seeds flying down
from the trees finally blooming in glorious colors alive.
The strange silence hung over my pensive walk,
I don’t remember hearing the usual clamor
of the machinery around me humming.
Instead I thought of you in silence
and our strange story continued
in the cycle that we’ve now
come full circle in May.
We’ve never been
so poignant
as today.

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