life is here
she loves the places others forget
and the people who tend them
she cherishes the ways we’ve left behind
and makes time to remember them
lift the edge of your dress
when you step off the train
wander back
bare feet in the field
and hands in the earth
the breeze will carry your worry
the creek will clean your soul
life is here
in the real
hands held
eyes locked
time stopped
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