Part 1. Listening to the Sky

Your Hands:

Coaxing stories from clouds and rocks

And other things.

Tales gliding along the contours

Of a barely wavering joy.

.

If I could pilfer your burdens,

And somehow build trees:

Respite from the sudden monopolies of Spring.

 

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