you must be willing to turn
towards the sun,
focus on the changing light
transcending past what's begun.
We would learn together
to lift our faces,
soak in the blinding rays,
express ourselves in soft
unified connected spaces.
Tilled, furrowed and seeded,
our blooms of transient gold
would still even the buzz of bees
transfixed within our luscious fold.
The ocean skies would hallelujah
as we, fielded as one,
burst into full appreciation
bright shining as the sun.
mj poem & photo
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