and rank grass
where the wetted spring
heaved you out
you inched up a stalk
to split and shiver,
concealed from the world
to dry your gauzy wings
and when you paused
to show me your
cherry eyes and perfection
you did not mind my scrutiny
you must have felt my shadow,
overheard a father tell his son
about the truth
and seamless beauty of unity
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