
a moment outdoors
springtime’s flowers greeting me
with social distance
A Seattleite born in Rhode Island | Pronouns: He/Him

a moment outdoors
springtime’s flowers greeting me
with social distance

spring moving forward
flowers carefree in the sun
bees ignore my gaze

sunlight descending
engulfed in the water’s depths
walking to the south

sunlight’s downward path
as I wander past the fears
ah, cherry blossoms!

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Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.

out into the night
a beacon on my sidewalk
crisp air reminders
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