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thisway

these hands
how they love you
as lips to your song
of a place
I was going
someday

near a bend
in the river
where cattails are free
to move without music -
as one
with the waves

were rocked
by an ocean
in love with the sky
remade us to story
of clouds
filled with rain

how distant
endearing -
the thundering boom
rattles the windows
when I hold you
this way

. . .

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