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I am from

I am from maple trees with red leaves

from suburban lawns and swimming pools 

and the smell of wet pavement in the summer

I am from golden lakes and sterling ponds

from mountain lion and butterfly

and the song of the red winged blackbird

I am from hands that sand, stich and sew

from power and perfectionism

and the flight path of 747’s

I am from an island of concrete

from imaginary sunbeams

and the shipping lanes of the Saint Lawrence

I am from shallow breaths and dark places

from wounded souls that didn’t know

that sensitivity is a superpower






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