June 25, 2008
Closed bluebells,
holding morning’s promise.
Dawn like the sea and shore
torn apart.
Breathing relief, a breath held so long,
like the mists of a hidden cascade
whispering through the waking air.
Barely brushing the fingertips of the sweeping, swooshing grass
dotted with lilac.
Virginity Unswayed.

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