Past slowly connects with present and I'm shocked,
Favorite t-shirts used to have so much color.
This life is lightning through smudged glass
That leaves foggy impressions against our lips
And makes us trip over untied shoes,
Endings that didn't quite settle in the ground
Suddenly uprooted in light.
This shiny belt leaves crystal welts
That nature does clothe so well,
Just keep your head up,
You're covered enough
To brave the cold weekend swell.
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