Your Toes and Other Assorted Joys
Time
This single sparrow from your hands
Not enough
To know well enough
Your toes
Alone
Consume a thousand years.
Your eyes
would be the longest looking
Becouse looking I
would find your mouth
And
Journeys there have no end
Only beginnings
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