come to me in fathoms

in this buckleberry sky

those dandelion seeds

and clover drifted by

i watched in the grass

from tiger lily chairs

the curve in your ankle

on alabaster stairs

I hear the water now

the wind is in your hair

the dragonflies are still

you always make

them stare

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