out of home
out of self
eyes reflect the green glow
of sky through the top leaves
of trees never still,
never without shadows
two squirrels weaving
up and down
absorbed in their play,
their dance, their love
yet completely aware
of me
as i step out of home
paying for vegetables,
eyes locked a split second longer
smile widening ever so slightly
my "thank you" infused
with the beauty
and specialness
of the cashier in her uniform
infused with the aching joy
the light-headed rush
of love
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