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~ 1 ~
in these old bodies
nothing works the way it did
and yet love endures
~ 2 ~
each spring new antlers
and winged honker returns
to a fresh-thawed lake
~ 3 ~
in wind blown yarrow
without blueprint or compass
web in a circle
in these old bodies
nothing works the way it did
and yet love endures
~ 2 ~
each spring new antlers
and winged honker returns
to a fresh-thawed lake
~ 3 ~
in wind blown yarrow
without blueprint or compass
web in a circle
~~::~~
The mystery you describe in the first poem resonates with me. Thank you!:)
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