In-between We Know

In-between We Know

Smell of wood
smell of fire
smell of this ancient earth's desire

Flat feet
muscle-toed
there's only one way to walk down this everyone's road

Faded yellow
faded red
faded leaves will cover all this terra's bed

Summer's glow
winter's snow
just in-between is all that we prefer to know

April 3, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

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