the breeze here
makes me feel as if
i could blow away on a leaf
i wonder what i would see on the breeze
we are lost in a sea of faces
a tree of branches will each love get to see each other
will it get to meet each singular chloroplast puzzle piece
and note every vein
consider it with a bent finger
the curved spine,
the blue baby rivers of
darker red blood.
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