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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Meet Me At Wonder

He watches grass grow 
lime green and tender.
Did it just uncurl a tip
within a nano second
and stretch toward the sun 
or did he imagine it? 

She looks at the night sky
in wonder, not calling it worship
nor thinking anyone is out there
pleased to receive her awe. The 
Star Breather doesn’t care. 
Wonder is a good place to 
meet. 


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