a spring poem

ig: @snapshotsteve

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i felt the sun’s warmth for the first time this year.
i was driving to your place
and i felt Love on the top of my cheeks;
an unspecific Love.

there was butt rock playing on the radio,
i tucked it neatly behind my ears.
i wanted to scream, i wanted to cry,
i wanted the drive to last forever.

they think that god and Love have faces.
well, let me know when you meet them,
’cause i’ve never felt closer to holy spirit
than i did driving under the spring sunlight
trying my hardest not to crash
to eternalize the moment.

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“a spring poem”
©Steven Cuenca