Diane Shishido

It’s okay,
We can breathe separately today.

Yesterday’s breath turned into a roar, starting
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The leaves on the ground lay motionless,
Belieing their secret intent beneath
The tree canopy.
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Would I to walk away from all that I have known and
Done for so many years and
Chose to let you, of your own volition
Carry yourself to where you need to be,
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Spit gravel
Toss rocks
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I hand it over.
If it is good day, I won’t take it back.
I hand over nothing willingly.
I grasp it tight.
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I am the water that
Flows through and
Around you,

Over the rough rocks and
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