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Find me in the corner

observing,

waiting for quiet

moments to say something

meaningful.

Find me wandering

the edge of unruliness,

dipping my toe in

to see

what will happen.

Find me a blue butterfly.

I'll be lost

as the world slows down

to a gentle

pirouette.

Find me wishing

I could fly.

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When the day ended

I kicked my shoes off

and curled

my toes deep

into the rug.

Tea rubbed chamomile

into my core, the steam

closing my eyes

for a second. Long enough

to dream ten dreams

and wish for more.

More came

in the blackest sky, freckled

like the girl next door.

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The quiet I usually crave

is everywhere and nowhere:

Pauses between sentences rest

like still lakes.

Under water beats echo

through inner light

like the tip tap

of that walk. The one

where things happen

without yet happening.

Lungs rise and fall…

rise and fall.

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All the walls are waterfalls,

you get a glimpse of what they hide.

Only those prepared to go the distance

get to fully see inside.

You can see them rage

or gently flow, even cleanse your soul

with their touch.

All the walls are waterfalls. Barriers

we know so much.

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