Making new friends...

Spring night
wind blows all night
and I wake in a sweat
thinking of you who
are not with me
this longing
threads through my heart
and pulls wayward I look for beauty every day
and find it most places
but what of
the holes I find —pull a veil of sky
over my shoulders,
sit with the emptiness
there is a song
in deeper recesses
pushing itself out and so I walk
daily, feet on the path and, singing to myself and to those here and to you who are not with me, sing my life into this shape that carries you, too
MB WHITAKER
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