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a redbud weeps
beside the fence –
and i can’t help but wonder
where your feet are planted
all your heart obeys
are there woods
you still remember
paths from yesterday –
how many roads
i scarce can count
brought me back your way
a maple climbs
and all her limbs
are bent to touch the sky
in every turn
i feel the ache for you
lives forgotten
how it was i came
to understand
what this is –
and where my love
is true
a purple vine
plays beneath an ancient
stand of pines
murmurs of
i love you
fill the trees
sometimes i rediscover
all the places you remain –
as near my breath
becoming –
by the breeze

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