Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino
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The earth is growing warm again.
Birds are flying north and there are flowers to put on the table.
Maybe I’ll finally learn to bike again. Maybe the world around me will slow down enough for the roads to be vacant the way they are in the country and I won’t have to worry about hitting anyone, or anyone hitting me.
Maybe it’s time to wake up to new things–to move on.
I can figure that out in the morning. This world feels too big to move right now.
But soon–very soon–I think I’ll go.