Rising into Spring

Paying to say goodbye is flying on the ground.

“Use your third eye.”

“We have today; tomorrow may not come.”

“So we have learned.”

“Be safe.”

“Be happy.”

Send an apple pie to the far side of the world.

Birds return. Evening light. Riding in shorts.

“Do I know you?”

“You totally should get your fusiform gyrus checked out.”

Laughing so hard it hurts.

Well on the way to fixing a hole.

“I’ll do.” Indeed.

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