We end and begin with the same breath,
so there’s no need to rush.
No reason to hurry
each inhale and exhale,
slurp and squeeze of ocean breeze,
our first touch.
That brief second of believe
my life has been designed to receive.
Palm trees
press piano keys,
and I don’t think,
I trust.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless





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