swept

the recognition of light, a solstice solution, though my aunt
her handwriting deteriorated between holy days. my baby is growing outside of
of limits my mind held, she breaks out of my definitons daily. the dance mystery, a clue found like a land mine, lobbing its waste through my cells, my request answered ... keeping watch over the rainy town about towners, silently wishing success.

and today: a glossy photo of my man, holding our future in his hand, it made him smile like a happy day, the domino effect is in our oven baking sweetly.