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Thoughts from a Weekend

Todd Wooten

A petite section of road protected in a wooden cocoon.

Branches hand holding above the asphalt.

Cooing to me like an infant.

Secure in the shadows.

Announcing, "Welcome home." though my house is miles away


A strawberry festival vining through downtown.

Shopping at booths. Sweltering in the shade.

Walking in the street, vivid and unforgettable.

Freed from the dust bound encyclopedia of rules.


Spearing into the water.

The pressure building 'til swallowed away.

Resisting the demand to float.

Breaking records by the second.

Bursting from the womb, reborn.

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