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You and me and that shared feeling

How much time has really passed,

if any at all?

You close your eyes and Juneshine 

is already over,

and the cold bite of October circles back,

on its way — 

but, still, there’s a feeling that’s always there,

though sometimes more specific than others,

and sometimes with such force 

that it itself can force you forward,

out of your own way —

while other times it can sit with you,

with a face of uncomplicated persistence,

unchallenged, as if nothing 

has even changed —

and slowly it all becomes a part of you,

you and me and that shared feeling, 

motioning through each moment 

with the same driving push 

and quiet pull every day. 

 
 
 

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