JAE ROSE

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I remember the wind chimes on Euclid Heights Boulevard 

The place I fell in love in and equally fell out of life in

I was dreaming, dreaming, dreaming 

Watch the drying cement they called –

I had not noticed them working

I was so absorbed in being – living the dream

Funny really, how it barely seemed I loved anything enough to stay

I was running, running, running 

Perhaps now I have come to a stop I am free to love things more

An open window, a fresh sheet of paper – a tin of coloured pencils

They all make me smile – feel as if I am moving – not wandering 

Perhaps I am enjoying my days a little more

Leaving my own footprints on the ground –

Neither follower or followed  

I take a sip of tea on a new morning – 

Perhaps this is what I love – this moment, this place inside 

A sense of distance from what was 

And a clear head to make my own path.