Beside the Thunder
2 days ago
The stallion runs.
The tiger leaps.
Fire meets wind
and neither one slows.
I hear the hooves
from the café table —
the salt, the spray,
the ocean saying
I’ve always been here.
You wrote the freedom.
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I’m writing the staying.
Side by side,
not to escape,
but to be.
The fences can forget themselves
for a moment.
The morning can be pissed
and still hold this.
I’m here.
Running beside you
in the only way I can.
— G
