ALWAYS GOLD

Cotton seastorm scratching our backs, Louisiana happy crayfish piled red, sun to burn us brown, pine sap between fingers, lilacs in fourteen shades to sleep beneath, freak storm flooding our city to dance in, the chase of moon over meadow, laughter contractions and baby Chuck, bonfire smoke spilling between us, stories unraveling from spoken souls, corner boulevard, pores cleansed with Cajun garlic, dandelion fields and mud trails to run, mulch, manure, and mowed grass sweetly tinting soft air, a taste of His glory on the tip of my tongue, an ache to consume, what Sherlock taught us between the lines, the midst of angels, the dew green to cry on, the neighborhood sprinklers to laugh in, open field of half-cut logs to lift the cross, pot of twist and shout, new friends, old faces, the power of love, beauty stored; this is a reawakening. 

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