today i was just thinking (thinking) in the autumnfall golden glaze, that we have (we hold) so many years, memories, laughter, tears in us (with us) as we trudge forward through a graveyard of questions, beside a bristlepatch of futures, under a canopy of dreams, holding a bottomed-out sack in which we keep dropping graduate programs and ventures at career moves. but that was a digression and what i mean to say is
today i was thinking (breathing-- for a moment), baffled (almost) at the contentment of our life, of this life we hold (we have), dumbfounded with my own contentment, rather, and thankful for your patient, sturdy presence beside such a flutterbug of whimsical dreamlings, a torrent of flurried escapades.
thankful for silent nights. thankful for shared holidays not yet spared of the familial productions. thankful for slow moments walking, through wet snowflakes, down small-town main streets, too long bus rides through plains and plains and plains... thankful for crisp piano notes under the urgent noises of children and their board games. thankful for settling
In to what was once My home, Your home, that which is distantly (charmingly) clinging to us like a string of gingerbread garland tied up and out of the warmth of the fireplace of the houses of our Moms and Dads when we leave as we leave saying goodbyes and see you soons, breathing relief to be alone together in the
Thankful home in which i find you. ((thankful you in which i find Home.))
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