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Disguise March 29, 2009
everyone said the wind you cannot see
I looked about
watched yellow jonquil dance
spun with maple seeds twirling earthward
laughed with iris bearded chorus
beheld snowbells ringing
saw shirt become mom's ensign
lifted my face in prayer
beheld spring wind
snatch my words
disguised as tattered camilla petals
syllables flung heavenward
as I watched the wind
play with me
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