Sandy Wave…

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Whether I hold my hands up in the air for fear or jubilation, my desired outcome is to wave…

…not like a wavering tree, I wave my soul’s speak, like shaking the laundry after the dryer, to snap out the wrinkles/I wave my soul’s speak like the finish of a race, to acknowledge my place in space/I wave my soul’s speak, with open ears, like hello and goodbye in the same breath…

I do not waver on my stance to get the wrinkles out of the stakes I claim…

…loving me is the first-best thing to loving WE — let’s get up on this one and make this day/night ours to claim.

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