presence

there’s a comfort in wandering.

when we can be honest about our indirection

we share in an experience.

 

relinquish your hold on the moment

let yourself instead be held

within it

 

breathe with a smile

Overton Park poem

two strangers

seemingly lovers

tangled on a blanket

squirming together

then apart

as he walks away he

tucks his long hair behind his

ear

while she sits with her

back

turned

holding her self close

as the

distance

b e t w e e n

t  h  e  m

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