there is a balm…
in spring
with a boy on a balance bike
in village with puddles and mud
when he pushes so fast and then
glides through feet in the air
to other side
unhindered
daring
free
clear voice up to sky
so keep pushing forward
to the next one
and the next one
and the next
one
because it never gets old
there is a balm
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