Another A & M - 5 minute poem.
this one from Peter's topic:
The way she moves me
She moves me into tomorrow
never asking if I mind.
I don’t question escape,
or even dream there’s anything better
than her presence, than her choice
to change the weather.
She moves me into yesterday
where I can see wisdom
blowing like fresh laundry on the line.
I don’t question value
of each dressing that I fold
and store in a drawer or in the closet.
...for whether the weather
be that that I choose,
I know she’s prepared me
for the way that she moves.
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