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Four Gifts

clouded sky
I never doubt
the stars

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yellow dotted line
one foot on either side
walking with the crow

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clenched, clutched, still
the only thing that makes sense
open the heart again

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listening
inside the wailing
silence

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I give you bread.
You no longer eat wheat.
You give me a shirt.
There’s a small grease stain.
We both laugh. Neither
of us bothered to wrap.
Tonight I wear the shirt
and feel pretty.
Tonight you eat the bread
and it tastes like buttered love.
I keep thinking of how
we walked today,
the snow so deep, the air
so warm, the sky as clear,
as beautiful as your face
when all the masks come off.

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