Peaceful
My anxious friends dissipated during the day,
“Remember when we were club kids in Germany?” Sultana said.
My heart once beating fervently fast.
“What is solarpunk?” I repeat and try to explain.
Yesterday’s urgent aches become tinged with feeling.
My arms reach up toward the black tulip magnolia,
As you steer the kayak through warm moonlit waters,
We pass quietly through the peaked waves,
And listen to the wolves howl in the distance.
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