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becoming, bliss, breath, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, reason, soul signature, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

perfume sits
in hand-me-down flannel
soft winter scenes
of snowflake
and pine
nestles my heart
in the wind ‘cross the mountains
yesterday stories
come home
how can you know
of moments so easy
lay me down here
at the edge of the night
pour to my purpose
the songs of forever
breathing returned to us
now
to touch
without touching –
unrelenting these mercies
drifted on clouds
to embarass the moon
visions of some place
some other
somewhere
yesterday stories
come home








