At last, a breath so deep
it was taken in and felt
as brightly cold and bold
as water running down and through
roots;
replenishing forgotten limbs
and toes
and head and threads
of hopeless whithered ends
swelling; reviving; resurrecting!
For So long, we have been misplaced;
For So long, that we forgot This taste;
this renewal of winning;
of beginning; of chilling!
Spectacles of the limitless
road-
before tingling toeses;
right under our noses!
Shades on- and ready-
we cajole each other and roll-
linking arms as we go!
Yes, Without a wall, Without a line,
instead with every variance
explored by our individual human
souls and minds!
This trip is ours
so say the signs!
(unless I read that one wrong;
then I’ll be sure to work on
our new-improved and soon-to-be-better song;
with my heart steady
of course I’m ready!)
Thin Tin String 