You are a place
where I can linger long
a study I am certain never to complete
I love the humble ecstasy of my heart's quest
to never find nor flag you
In this dance, I reach open handed with circling wrists,
careful not to pocket you in a knowing
In praise of dawn's uncertain light,
I wake and breathe slow,
and in the evening rest my head upon a
new page of reverence
never to be written
only to be turned
--lw
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