The trees used to close me off and now ev’ryone can see me right now.

She is selecting a card, then is surrounded by the shopping carts.    

dawn beckons me up eyes shifting under closed lids just five more minutes

Intro to challenge How many masterpieces? Maybe?  GO FOR IT!

My feet are so small. And I’ve walked a trillion steps. And I’m still going.

Twenty four hours Twenty four poems written Renewed with each one

Holding hands with you Intimate despite the stares Fingers, intertwined

Time is not a when. It’s rolling geography. And you’re ev’rywhere.