where i find myself is
slowly walking past
apparitions
over red carpeted bridges
the mask i wear is
wearing me more
formal function than
the surface of the koi pond
reveals
before i lean at the sun
we recognize the trembling reunion
of our fingertips
around daffodil stems who
do not fear them
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