Slowly and
unintentionally
over time
then quickly
until all of a sudden
you and I were
no longer separate
and found ourselves
in private
conversations
that led to us
admiring
the same trees
listening
to the same birds
and crossing
the same ravine
to end up
in an embrace
that felt like
a tight bud
about to burst open
into something
extraordinary
because both of us
found what we
were looking for—
a soil so fertile
we could bury
the past
beneath us
and still bloom.
DeMaris
2-13-17
Photograph by Ansel Adams
Love this! Such a lovely poem.
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Thank you!
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