When you forgive me


What it’s like when you’re not mad at me.. 

a small breeze passes through the window,

and dust which has been laying on the sill much too long

stirs…

then

it’s like I’m breathing in rain forests…

parrots color the sky…

my feet gather ferns,

(and I don’t even notice  I’m dancing around my kitchen)

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