Sunday, July 16, 2017
we are lucky
you and I are lucky.
we are stubborn enough
to insist that on any overcast sunday we make noise together,
watch the earth swell in the rain,
and marvel at rainbows without ends.
we insist on holding each other tightly,
for loves that have gone before
and loves petrifying before us,
afraid of hurting because we forget
we have survived pain.
and yet we still
insist on hanging on
to life despite
being not very good at it-
we are very lucky, actually.
our stubborn credulity
will save us.
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