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Joy Restored

and found
never is certain
slips between your fingers
like a cat who's slipped out
the open back door
you go calling
come home
you recall how your heart knew joy
now your heart knows pain
uncertainty is a sleepless night
spent in the high desert
shivering under a distant new moon
the following morning
imagining joy lost
thirsting and hungry beneath an unforgiving sun
how you call and search
sometimes fate answers
and a piteous mewling and faint scratching
reaches your ears
through the back sliding back screen
he looks in
hello stranger
prodigal boy
welcome home
you've returned and
joy's restored
lifted high into your arms
as he butts you in the shoulder

FOR CINNAMON, and joy returned and my BFF
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July 14, 2017 two forty-six pm PST.

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