My heart charges
like an electric eel -

like the 
wagging tail
of a gasping dog 
in hot bright sun,
breathless
at the response.

Coming back from
living life inside
a 20-year
slowly 
draining 
bathtub

feels good
feels alive
like an opening flower
in the cold spring air.

I once thought
to myself 
I'd tried this 
life 
too 
young -

now this train is 
departing from 
the ivy-covered station 
of my overgrown 
adolesence -

a shell-bound tortoise 
finally curious
to taste the day
and nibble leaves.

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