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beside you
I am in late spring
all my petals
opening, quickly now,
no fear of frost

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moss
that softens the rock—
your words

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the mountain
also opens—
ask the sky

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in the tall grass
a nest—
let’s meet there

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before you find it
it finds you—
scent of wild rose

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the world is, perhaps
drawn black and white—
still our blood so red

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we both
orbit you,
the moon and I

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