First Harvest

When there is a day so beautiful
so plentiful
so enchanted
so nourishing
that time stands still long enough for you to revel in the piercing beauty.

when the sun hits you in exactly the way you imagined immortality to feel,

so perfect, so painfully temporary,

so long awaited.

When the day rolls by with moment after moment of exquisite life,

it is all I can do to spend it with her,

at my fingertips

Sting by sting, 

cold feet in the water,

bags full of harvest,

heart full of relief.

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