Poetry, Pictures & Noticings
When Colors Touch
When the colors touch and dash upward and outward
I feel alive
When the words don’t quite stand alone but bounce and jiggle their own meaning in the middle of mine, that’s where I breathe
When the breezes come strong, and fresh, and sudden, I finally calm into time
I slide out of the four walls and ceiling that hold so lightly
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