Again   

Dark spots on cement mark where water droplets
Missed me again while periodic breezes slip underneath
My sweater like they were invited: to touch, to hug,
To love again and to hit me. Puddles over centuries have
Dented craters into earth which waits again too long
To take it then forms a berth of grass and dirt that
Tricks dogs and trips my gaze into believing this valley
Is a sea. I breathe in water while the waves tumble me over
And over I go into the ocean again of intrigue and sod and
Chamomile tea. Inside, memories of stormy seas are triggered
By far-off thunder turns and burns on my tongue. There are
Scars on my teeth where the wind shook my creed and I may never
Remember
Again that breeze
Truly
Freshly
Repeatedly.

Stay gold,
Sabrina