Forever
Our dogs hide under the bed,
escaping thunder.
But the sun shatters
a cloud and I know
we will live forever.
Each hour is the sky,
every day, another
star. Now the trees
join the wind
in rejoicing. This
is what we make,
they say. Only this.
* * *
“Forever” made its last appearance here in April 2018.
O at the Edges 
Really beautiful
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Thanks very much!
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I so admire the exultation in this one.
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Lately I’ve felt a little less exultation…
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I dunno. Maybe that’s sometimes a personal reason we write poems: so we can recall exultations or even look back at things we’ve risen above or set aside — and then some after some cleaning and polishing, readers get to look over our shoulder or out our hearts along with us.
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