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May 2014
I went for a walk
in the wildflowers
where waiting sits on
flower petals in a circle
around my thoughts. I
watched birds draw
rings around clouds,
they skimmed the sky in
pigments of springtime the
way the river flows over
speckled earth stepping on
moss-covered rocks like
pillows tiptoeing to the
light on the other side.
and I wait.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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