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six

too many to count
petals on the orchard floor
he loves me?

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rusted lock
in the heart’s back pocket
a spare key

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snow on the ridges
come spring what else
will be missing?

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almost asleep
these hands still kneading
soft dough

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he talks
and talks and talks and talks
about listening

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no temple bells
still the crow goes on
about awe, awe

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