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whelmed over 
bowled 
held 
and just this moment
in 
a breath 
frozen 
wilted 
here's the weather 
sweep of words
to which we're lost 
starved 
stuffed 
called to the
conversation 
hug bears
take treetops 
swing 
wing 
slide
with just what's
here 
the any order of it 
can you hear the
song of it?
neither seeing where
we are 
nor where the way is
leading 
your touch 
as easy 
nod 
a simple flower to
its sun 
and all eyes up to
be 
 
each lifted lid, beneath a posey
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