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the hover and swoop
of dragonflies
sweet effusion of lavender

I hear and smell
lying on my mother’s bed
it is summer and a breeze

comes through the window
that opens to the Colorado plain
sheer white curtains

flow over me
barely touching me
as if a hint or whisper

requiring stillness
awaiting the next breath
nothing could be as peaceful

as curtains lifting and waving
in and out of half sleep
empty mind I rest

this is what I remember
of my childhood
it will be my last memory

a gift that holds me
even now
sometimes it is the only thing

that reminds me
of who I really am
an innocent girl

housed in this
itinerant forlorn guise
sometimes it is

the only thing left
after a lifetime of seeking
what is good

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