I cannot
for the life of me
Find joy
In measuring
it.
I can
Find joy
In unexpected places
Hidden
and waiting
Holding out
for someone
To surprise.
Like a baby frog
dancing
in harsh light
Like an apology
after a storm
of barbed words
and bulging veins
Like a present
when I least deserve it
Like love’s face
appearing
Out of nowhere
Smiling
Seeking my face
To kiss
nuzzle
and hold.
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