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I wrote to you

wishing I could sing you the best song you’ve ever heard

be there to hold your ladder

Laugh hard

Run from the authorities

Work with good hands

through the door to the mystery

living from a full heart

Running still, hopeful

how and yes

It’s okay

for your sky

I pause

I smile

I lean to pick it up

as shattered glass on the floor

painting reflected bluest blue

brightest blue

clouds floating edge to edge

a promise in litany

rolling mantra

eight miles and infinity

counting on both hands

eyes drawn by

the real sky