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my hen is ready to burst beneath the yarrow bulging larger day by day along my painted tongue i aim the drops to soak, suck, and sate and seek on first sight the glint of sun on red trail clusters bobbing in the wind each day i touch and loose the hug of earth cautious in my probes by light i gaze on shasta dances and angel wings on stones and i watch close for each burst of beauty from swelling secrets copyright 1996 - Kathie Bird |