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She is obsessed with March

and rebellious hair,

flying cloud stallions

and scattered green mists:

this wind,

this second skin

we all share on a 

day like today, and with

no questions—

we want to be each other

when this fizz of diamond wisdom,

our sheet of crisp knowing

romps the way we all should

though the wilds 

of imagination,

and you can know it also in

the words of a friend

who sees the universe in you,

gives you back 

to yourself

like an anointed gift

you always had, 

but faith made it real

because friendship is the

wind's endless home—

sometimes a swim through 

froths of stars,

sometimes ghost wings 

breathing on water,

and sometimes our own 

heart churning on a storm 

that named itself 

both Mother and Fear,

vanquished and conqueror:

One. 

As we all are.

We just needed to hear it

from God one more time,

in the words of friend,

in the music that

is heard 

without ears. 

Patricia Joan Jones