A field of flowers

you force me to confront

The connectness of all things

People who would be strangers

Become intimates of a kind

A field of wild heather

Bowing in the wind

Matter and energy make up these currents

Of air and light

Which bring me together

With the face of a child

I could not keep

She changed us both

Shaped the horizon

Into “before” and “after”

Please, Love,

Spend all these afters

Near me.

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