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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, of little things, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, wonder
sweet the skin
forever stained –
with hint of evergreen
where want
became of ivy
mystified
a patch of purple clover
the lull of widow’s moss
is pulled into
the places
we are loved
twilight burns
above the boughs –
whispers roost
between
a shake of falling wishes
feathers wake
in memorizing
lives before –
these lessons to reveal
clouds apart
with all night long
to climb
. . .
tornadoday 