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in the heat
that was remembering
another day this way
wind against the places
yet I find
the place of you
taried there –
suffered in your hands
fell asleep
and dreamed
that you were mine

as light
beyond the edges
where there my quiet stills
song birds chat aloud
the coming night
passions burn eternal
as evidence to will
as one their beat
tender words take flight

green the trust
of lucky swords –
nestled in the weed
lady bugs and locust
march about
forgotten what it was
they said
or how i knew their names
again to wake
as dreams are come

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