WHEN
When you are most well and very happy,
After all those you love are in of grace with you,
I ask for one place somewhere in the universe,
where, upon at then and there we love each other.
KNOWING HER
She is not with me.
I sense my heart rhythm
changing to swift shadow of hawk.
Seeing neither
yet knowing both the fliers
in my pulse.
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