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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2111251
The most beautiful story is ordinary
As ordinary as oatmeal,
the collared dog that must walk,
like sunshine that was there
when you first got up,
still burning behind the mask --

as free as that bird builds
a nest in the garage gutter,
like leaves, gentle, obey the winds
falling, falling, falling
to your ground
to lay --

our lips embrace forever.

Brittle twigs,
commingled, lay broken;
once green, swayed in soaring tree.
A warm canopy shelters us:
two children, three cats,
those hamsters, content,
clucking, chittering like
raindrops in our hearts.

Small hands, tender
wrap ours,
typical calling,
calling, calling
'come watch', knowing
innocence, true beauty --
how we heal them in the night
from bad dreams, unjustly
pained by sickness
inside, where we
are safe
to dream.

a typical love,
we share our stories together
so others know:
how ordinary, as oatmeal.

Rewrite 5/2022
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