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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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