she is sad, she is happy
she is hopeful
tripped up by her roots
caught up in the moonglow
following her solitude forward to what you
what you and all of us know
watered
acknowledged
and not yet underground
held there
warm in her pocket
her hands
a light so blue, so uncanny
so early it is almost gray
so soft it is almost
still
night
so full of dreams it can only be
well,
well-deep, lit at the surface
held tight and quiet below
lauravmdotnet 
Wow. Im honored you would write a poem about me. I think u figured out bits of my soul in our brief encounter…
You are special.
I would love to send you one of my recent poems. How should i do that?
Laura, I have really enjoyed your poetry. As a poet and artist myself, I see your genius. Your tender intuition is beyond. You surly captured bits of my soul in “Teddy Ann” in our short meeting.
Thank you, Teddy. I am honored. XO, Laura
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