Thus, from the Willow
I stepped into splattered sunlight
And traced the rays and shadows
With my eyes. I climb
Up each spire, like an escalator
Till warmth and cold were home.
I meet the sun. Face to face.
I brush his nose.
soak his eyes.
Know his smile.
And feel his gaze.
I give the kiss he’d given me, except
To his feet. And I weep, freely.
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