Incandescent
Footprints in the snow or a ripple in the creek-
The wet cement of thoughts begin to harden into feelings.
Feelings on the sidewalk are flooded by words.
For some reason I have no hesitation.
Affirmation blooms like a rose.
Heat from a flame and the sound of rain.
Copyright © Luke Gallagher | Year Posted 2022
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