After The Storm

This cool breeze tenuous and sweet
touches my new

face. My neighbor sees,
waving his goose-sweeping broom

as he runs past. We share
recognition-grins and when

we turn into our
seemingly separate homes,

our light illumines all
perceived problems

simply cleared
like that. I dazzle

on every level. I see you.
The air is heavy with water

molecules and squawks
defending territory for mates

they’ve already attracted.
The sun is coming. We wake

and stretch into new being.
The simplicity of change

our transformed unity
leaving despair-terror

dark dreams
like a shed snakeskin

we no longer fit
the old face of lonely.

Prompted by Level, Tenuous, Dazzle and Breeze.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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