NOTE: I recall writing this one late night in a college dorm after a long battle with myself. This is how I felt then, many - years ago - and a simple emotion can be healed by other hands - other love - even if you at the time wanted to run.
Free Water
slap -
slap bare feet
naked legs
crossing - crossing
inner halls
midnight -
arms stretch
wrap
tucking
need
hand -
caught
tears falling
a gentle touch
of love
feel air - breathe
blurred faces
free water -
moistened
a heart –
turned
stone to dirt
Nancy Duci Denofio
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PORTRY IS LIFE
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