Selfsame
buried seeds
spring from darkness
into light
we each blossom
in our own time
how sensuous
these rippling sands
at twilight
the evolving stories
of our womanhood
the Geminids
sling meteors above
distant mountains
that which pierces your heart
pierces mine also
dilly-dallying
along gravel roads
time s l o w s
the closer we get
to our childhood
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