by Michael D. Brown

Trees hold sunlight close
after seeing us together.
They get their warmth
whenever we leave
instructions with
the hottest days.
We never rehearse
before we enjoy
what others only dream of.
There is something to be said
for creativity and the flow
that sweeps us in this current
called love.

Spontaneous by Michael D. Brown

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