she stepped outside into the morning air to watch the
cars go by and let the sun dry her hair
i wanted to tell her how beautiful she
was but i just stared i sat behind the wheel
and watched the raindrops as they
gathered on the windshield
and raced down into the humming motor and she
folded up her fears like paper airplanes
and lost them in the trees and i know
i don't deserve this the capacity to feel
to laugh and to cry and to praise
for that i live and breathe and wake each day
clean is nothing less than your
grace in awkward and glorious movement