these wise ones

these wild women
the wild ones
the wise ones
these wise women

who make it better
with stories

that come out of them like songs
hoot hoot
it’s dark
but i can see
because we are together

and we make a light
she makes it light
lighter
better
easier to live with

these stories of old,
yellowed pages and fingernails
maps and keys
locks and doors

are now stories
of new
feathers, growth,
and beginnings

she’s nocturnal and i worship the sun
but there is a time between when
time stops.

and we can
just.
be.
here.

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