may

it doesn’t happen all at once
but trickles like the spring rain
or stretches like an unoccupied
afternoon, the length of hours
yawned out by a dusty orange
cat licking his paw on the couch.
i feel it like the thousand pin pricks
of blood rushing into a sleeping
arm, like the steady pace
of a wind sail on the horizon.

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