written and recorded may 2020
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two hands holding in the sunset pulsing a perfect june dream
from the seed of a spring encounter
two flowers
wading a youthful dance towards april rain
and in the pool a deep sight
to the soft skin on her exposed ankle
burning to it like the light from soft little rain on her leg
I want to be this memory
I capture things for their eternity
to hold them
to hold your memories
the rivers
sprinkle angelic spores into my hands