you watch for it, wait for it,
front door open, a hungry view
to the street below, the tree at the bottom of the garden, now full of a pink summer, a whole year has grown, and do you remember when love walked in on soft feet, floor boards creaking in the afternoon light, a second chance, your hands so full
of the newness, the choosing of you
over and over.

— then.

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Image by Noah Silliman.

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Image by Noah Silliman.

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