Springtime

Some words or smells or skin prints shift into a shimmering inside your skull the pull uprooting and settling all things bothering you.

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The Tiny Light

When all is quiet and all is still when you don’t talk and you don’t work a tiny light comes dropping soft, the tiny drop comes lodging lodging within the softest loft of your body slowly growing, growing out and growing in a rose, a tree, a bird, a diamond, a droplet of pure gold,…

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