a promise.

September 19, 2009
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i am

a summer day,
riding a bike

crashing; i am scarred,
scraped knees
but i am

healing. i am
in a city of leaves,

from letters
and numbers.
i am the ice
pressed against skin,

raising goosebumps; i
am the powder drifting
from the sky,

and i am the grass
from underneath white.

i am life.

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