with the bluntness morning affords...

it's an empty saturday morning
without coffee
and other movement stimulators

so thought i'd blog
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this is old news,
but somewhat unproclaimed
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i'm a courted little girl

here are faces


he is my goodman

we celebrated six months recently
amid wonder and joy and hope

sometimes i realize that my prayers are being answered
sometimes i forget that such lavish blessing were petitioned for
sometimes i cringe at the boldness of my reaching hand

sometimes i'm speechless

sometimes we are speechless

sometimes we waltz
sometimes we laugh
sometimes we fall
sometimes we sing


i am overthrown