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graces given

diamonds rip
the rafters –
and let the sparrows in
muddy straw
and no one saw me there
trading stories
one more time
of who we were before
led us now to riches
a sky of royal flame –

daffodils of ancient lore
by others I was known –
a line was drawn
between eternities
written down
to virgin sands –
washed beneath the flood
ages bent to stolen

deeper there
the river swelled
darling of the forest
sang the day to sleep
most every night –
swam within the milky way
and wondered where I’d be
building nests
and pressed against
the sky