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On a damp Sunday, where the grass and earth 
Call my name, out from the tangle of covers 
On the humid wind, the forest beckons 
With her arms of fallen leaves, twigs
Ferns uncurl 

My heart is pounding in my black sweatshirt, 
I unzip it and touch my collar bone, and then 
The rough arm of a sycamore 

Just when I thought I was King
She sways in the wind and wrestles me down 

Just when I thought I was good at letting
Soft earth mend my brow, just like the worry doll
The white lilies and morels fade away 

I know the moment when my heart pounds 
And refuses to drive to work, to go back
And I scream silently, but I’m reflected in the lake 
Lines and red rimmed eyes, but, something else

I spread my arms and look up, in time to see a Red Tail
Following along, parallel in the grey sky 

Let’s let that be enough, crown of feathers 
Enough, gentle lake wind 
To dream another day to a close

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