To Do Again For the First Time
Dive deep
into my inner place
once more, maybe twice.
Fly while standing still,
as I did before
I learned the truth.
Lose myself in painting
to the point of no breath
or thought beyond the canvas.
Write with abandon
about heart, butterflies,
and her fierce beauty.
Walk among white marble tombs,
eat crawfish jambalaya,
dance the zydeco.
One more glass of wine,
just the one...
Any more and I’m lost.
Never lose myself again
to the blackness
of no memory.
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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