White screen’s aglow.

The day lags longer than the day. . .
Our heart beats a little hard
in a gear that’s low.

Here and there,
the dandelion crop
bursts out a yellow top,
as springtime’s early face
begins to show.

Joy rides
sliding down the mountain tops
under bright blue sky
and piled high
with snow.

And pain
visits us
now and again
assumes new, untold shapes,
and slaps us in the face,

when have failed
to cut ourselves
the grace we need.

This makes us wake,
if we its not so subtle hints
can take,
and teaches us
a thing or two
we need to know.

And, somewhere in between
the joy and pain,
we sit a bit
and respirate
and thank God
for every little joy and pain
that has been placed upon our plate,

and from the air and joy and pain,
+++++though we still sometimes dance in
+++++vicious circles,
+++++and sing
+++++oh too many times
+++++the wrong refrains,
we manage, somehow still
to find a way
to take in everything we need,

and all we don’t, let go. . .

for such is the way
as members of humanity
we live and love
and learn and grow.

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