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Our cells reply as petals do –
beflowering the nervous
byways. Gusts shake
temporal memories
loose: bestrew a mind’s
street corners. If hail should
pass – it will thaw quickly as
we do. This blood tight in its
arteries second by
second taking us
to heart may be loosed
in that simple space between
two beats of thought. Nothing
lost. Spring prepares
that tender and
final passage –
gathers us (soft tendrils
that we are) back to the root.
From Equinox No 24 (September 2011)