A coastal wind sweeps in over your marine village, you bask in a sunlight that doesn't seem intent on turning you into a glob of jelly in the streets. Take the ferry to Wall Street and arrive with your hair in a whirl, you refuse to complain. I waited a whole winter for this moment, and it's just as sweet as I could have dreamed, if I had known how to dream in the midst of the dark.
There isn't much to say in the swirl of a May leap ahead, you try to hold on andgo where it goes, your to do lists flying out of the open windows. Seize this ray of light, make hay of this chance at life that arrived on your doorstep. Let's not quarrel now, my love, let's not think of the missed connections and fumbled advances, we are here now, my love, let's pretend we never have to be anywhere else.
May is the flowers a lover brings you to apologize for the fight, is the encouraging gaze of a parent coaxing a child's first steps, May is the gift the Universe gives us, a chance to prove our worth.
We are here now, my love,
and that is plenty.
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