still on tippy toes

2 p.m.

on my tippy toes through a house

darkened by summer rain

the air slowly fresher

washing away the dust

the image clearer

I am still here

the same as before

but softer

more visible, more awake

this is where I begin

this is where I start to bloom

and whether I am here or somewhere else

I will erase nothing

but take space and make noise

write write write

leave all the evidence

and keep reaching

forward

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