do you know how many days passed by while I
in a white robe floated past the trees
toes skimming over the rooftops
a surface life no deeper than a smile
can you see the tiny granules of dirt?
have you touched the blades of grass
that felt soft and warm in small curious fingertips?
I knew that hill over in the corner of the yard
my yard was a family to me
I spent time in silky dress-ups with cats strolling by
and plastic teacups filled with a careful mixture of
sycamore bark eucalyptus leaf and daisy
the ground that was bought with a lifetime of days
never felt your touch never held your attention your eyes
elsewhere
skim by and flutter blurry being
I'll wait
says the patch of rich molecular density
I'll wait
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