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Wholes: the year in reflection (Free verse) by impert&ent
Words leave my limbs
Little arcs of intention and electricity
Scattered ahead of winter winds
Blown halfway round the world
As if by chance
Banging your screen door
Whirling in your garden
Ashes from the fire I set last spring
The votive plume
My signal
Comes to earth
As you watch
Flickering on the screen
Summer leaves form patterns
Tell stories
Yerba Mate in hand
Pampas grass waving
The torched laurel beckons
An electronic wind gathers sparks
Lifts the ashes in its palm
Carries them into the heavens
To dance for you
Around the willow tree
In the blue light of autumn
Iâll be calling at your door
Silver leaves in my hair
Fresh from stirring the ashes
That so recently warmed my limbs
As I find the small of your back
Turning you at the waist
I recall the fragrance
I know what I feel
As you slip
Between the lines
And into my arms
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