Summer Bodies 3

You've met a different man now, a different me.

And I don't even quite recognize him myself

He's slashed the tires of his Uhaul

Made peace with his career angst

Sewed up the tears and rips

And made his boundaries more like rubber gaskets

Less like screen doors and iron walls

Scar tissue creeping up and out and and sluffing off of him (Gross!(but true!))

New skin and new muscles and new attitudes emerging

Pink and fresh and ready for more

And these are just first fruits, my dear!

The end of a long season of toil

The beginning of a long harvest season