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You had me at petal

though I had

my foot

on the pedal,

and couldn’t slow down

So I leaned into my finest

tempest stride

to catch up

to you

But I tripped over my own

shoelace,

and floundered for

a moment

Because I was tripped

by your

persuasive melody

Till I found a thousand

secrets

tucked under my pillow

Silent, alive, and dreaming

like that

brilliant northern aurora

kept

quietly cloaked under the quill

of your clavicle

And me – that Eastern Screech Owl

that spoke

from the dark,

with his eyes dilated with admiration

Discovering I had something

strange,

written in my throat

It was a love song,

written

on a wafer

That I suddenly found in my pocket

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