The magic of holding a baby
is that the baby is so small.
Each of us speeding through the night
has a stretch of the highway we call home.
To leave friends with a full heart
is both tragedy and privilege.
The secret to a good marriage
is good teeth, I mean love.
Winter rain and fading youth
both know how to fall slowly.
The daily act of flossing may be all
that preserves a person’s life.
The secret to leaving without breaking
is to leave a piece of yourself behind.
Winter rain cannot stop a night driver
who knows the road with his eyes closed.
The magic of love is that something so big
starts out as something so small.
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