and all floating implements
star studded saints
and gemstone dreams
moon smoke incense
squandered speech
hearts that have wandered
strangers squinting at the sky
the cello notes rising
light escaping through a crack in the wall
dandelion fluff on a newborn’s head
owl wind
the old woman’s wave to her lost boy.
Kiss every fingertip every bruise dust mote and shadow.
Lie down in the grass with your own bright life.
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