The lizards on the bricks were chasing bugs
and the short plants moved with the frogs as they
hopped to the shadow. The birds were muttering
a quiet conversation in the branches
of the water oak. I am working now
with light and spirit, I breathe in the light
and serve as instrument to a moving, subtle
love beyond myself. I hear the clatter
of the chimes, the pattern that the water
makes when a leaf hits it. Her soft, white body
reminds me of a star, I'm looking at Venus
in the morning and wanting to taste the skin
that she reveals. Sitting still, I remember
the contour of her singing in her clothes.
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