Long grass sways
pine branches swing
cumulus clouds race across the sky
Imagine we see more than these things
even the wind itself
Imagine our love is more than a grimy
reflection of something greater
Dust swirls
in a sunbeam
Imagine we see more
even the light itself
Imagine our analogies & extrapolations
are more than somewhat like that
Notes
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