As the days go on, I can see
Carpenter bees and painted ladies
Fly from one pale blossom to the next
As a chorus of frogs sound in the
Marshes I’m just now beginning to
Wander through
Seeking those new paths from
Picking a direction and wondering
How far I can go with a friend or two
Tulip sunsets blooming from patchwork city soil
And curated reminders of maize and blue
And I’ll go through graveyards and theatres, cafes and Kerrytown
One more arboretum trail, one more crafted carnival, one more night
Walking the same loop, tracking constellations in those
Spaces between lamps, singing together after the stage lights go dark,
Rolling dice and trying out new names
Enjoying that welcome that was always there
With the ones who gave it
Trying to take it in as the clouds start to clear
And it will hurt to miss it all
But that means there’s something worth missing
And I’m glad I get to celebrate it in the sun
Because I know both will be back soon enough
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I love a good love letter to a geographic location!