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Part I:
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
The roots disappeared in resting knees
Laying still starring into sound
Repeat ringing in my mental background
Cracked this core and no feelings were there
Just swaying in the fresh of moonlight air
You stir a clear and gentle rest
And with just one given request-
Be free--
That has continued to grow in me
And so I tied a string to my wrist
Hoping that this feeling will persist
Part II:
Today I watched an old woman tend to a flower bed
At the end of the massive park
Golden Gate magic spark
Her smile almost irked me in its size
A back bent deep from years of looking down
She still held the gardener crown
Water hose in hand she nurtured with care
Which inspired me to offer a prayer
Then I found a new street beat to walk
It flashed from the corner of my eye
Back tracked because I had to give it a try
If I walked down a new street everyday I would be happy.
One block between the grand church and community gym
I was happy to take this unexpected whim
Every stoop with its own array of potted plants
I fell into a trotting trance
Turned around by the spin of the wind
Between wall frames and two step stoops
A kite danced in choreographic flight
Trash cans tipped in the ocean sight
This is what it is to feel alive.
I witnessed a girl wearing black holding a bottle
Twilight lit with full of yellow tint
I might not call her beautiful
But she felt as real as could be
Taken into elusive poetry
The center of her presence filled me
And then quite immediately
Understanding dissipated in flee
Today was a day of much and little
Nothing I know happened
But everything I needed sat behind my eyes
I think it could be something wise in disguise
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