arrival

a rush bursts out,

stretched across my face

a year's pain and delight

hold it firmly in place

words tumble like children

down a soft, solemn hill

and the laughter comes quickly

until all content with their fill

the paragraphs crowd stories

and the words in between

are collections of memories

and run swiftly like dreams

the lights linger,

late into the night

cool midnight breezes,

clothe conversations tight

for what have I waited

and for what do I bring

all the days in this year

woven like love on a string

arrival.

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This post was written yesterday, day SIX, but I didn't have any electricity.

Oh, and my friend/ex-roommate Heather arrived. :)