Bless Rains, Bring Mud

How could I ever begin something

So ambitious

As to presume to put roots in a heart

That is sun-drenched and

Rain-streaked and

Bathed in afternoon coffee

Caked in mud

Star-shine enchanted

Embedded with chips of fool’s gold and

So full

So full when the world seems right

So full that my chest catches and

I have learned something

That is true

That is that

Memories hold their fickle hands 

Over shy tear ducts

And as for me, I never


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