Red cherry leaves over Peach custard skies These things They do not do well As accessories Or, objects of poems Photographs, the good ones Perhaps.. But. What of the sounds Of birds? Whistles, and chi
This song. I want to wrap it around you. A shawl; Not a scarf around the neck, nor a hood for your tender ears. I want it to enclose you. Absorb you As it has me, already; I am in it. Join me, dearest
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