visiting my true self by Michael Rehling and Kelly Sauvage Moyer

visiting my true self

it is late. i am in a quiet spot but my mind is racing. it seems like forever since i had time for myself. all my time is given freely but sometimes i am too generous with others so here i finally have arrived. sitting quietly and taking in some sandalwood incense. everything i have done has come to this moment. my face relaxes into a smile and i know everything is just right. to myself i say, i should do this more often.

fingerprints

in the hummus

likely my own

Prose by Mike Rehling

Poem by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

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Blueprint by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Originally published in Five Fleas , 5/31/25

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∴ discovering flowers within verses tracing their petals along alluring contours my waking dream— one blossom overtakes eluding all measure enchantment aloft sweet sepals beckoning summer day wanes once bright-eyes blink innocence’s vision slowly fades nodding, surrendering to slumber nightfall, brings me to life among lush saxifrage and arnica savoring the intoxication of wildflower nectar reveling in nature’s games feral wolf, a flame of spirits barely kept at bay yet promise— these canines of mine can be gentle and kind shall we play? ∴ https://poetryandphoto.wordingway.com/nightfall/

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