The years trickle through
Like the beginnings of a Sabino Canyon flash flood.
Like the first drops of a Tucson monsoon.
Like a failing roof on a windy, rainy day: drip, drip, drip-drip.
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Life happens.
Whether we are living it
or not.
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Let's live it.
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Flow with it.
Grow in it.
Float-along-on-our-backs-while-staring-at-the-stars in it.
Stick our hands in it
To improve our path
To evade the thorns
To find those exciting things
To shift closer to those flowing with us.
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In the aftermath,
Gems are exposed & new life springs forth
The cooled, wet, clean dessert scents bring life-rejoicing energy
The new roof looks wonderful.