when i fall in love

Love is not exclusive.

love is addicting.
When i love the pretty poppies,
I also love the sweet sounding yellow finches.
And the clouds,
the rain,
the sun,
the moon,
the sound of thunder,
the last silent thought that comes just before sleep,
the dreams i don’t remember,
the sound of my wife’s breathing,
the sweet boys playing across the street
my books,
the cherries in the frig.

On and on it goes.
everywhere i look i see god,
and feel love.

May 2010

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