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a certain kind of joy


a certain kind of joy


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greets you in the morning or in the haunts of what could be


slowly moving bodies hard sun, counting steps 1, 2, 3...


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birds, cows & grasses watching you, as you go


one foot pain, one foot freedom vibrations of to and fro


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my sweat becomes the river my swelling absorbed by stone


slowing down so angels see me cradled by the unknown


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I am still the driver in the car and the child once before


friendly waves and curious smiles my playful heart behind the door


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the lies that fall like bricks of tears


will grow like cactus for 100 years


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but soon enough the circle forms


my aching edges like bursting rainbow thorns


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a certain kind of joy finding home in the wind


one step at a time simple peace on new skin


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*written on 5/17/2021 by Jonathon Stalls

*written while walking Pueblo to Trinidad, Colorado

*photo: taken by Jonathon Stalls on Day 7 walking into Trinidad from Pueblo


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