getting on ~

tornadoday

morning come

I’m getting on
with redbud
and whiskey –
somebody told me
a tale
just today
somebody mentioned
a path you’ve been taking –
and I’ve gone
out of my way

to find you
uncertain
on my way here –
a life just beyond
somewhere I knew

I’m getting back
to a time
of beginnings –
to a season held captive

moments
too few

I’ve no regrets
no bitterness wanting –
no plans for another
some other
to find

I’m getting on
with sure redirection –
missing myself
– your heartbeat
with mine

. . .

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