POWER

Power. . .

blooming like the spring time
forth
from deep in bone
and blood,
and muscle, smile,
life force–
almost as if
if was
a matter of course.

The glance
within
that also
sees a beat
of gratitude
in flexing heart
notices the flow
from one state
to another. . .

and is happy
to be there to see
and take part.

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