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Outside on a spring day

perfume of wildflowers

senses stimulated

veneer of delicate dew

bare feet dampened

feet sashay through clover

nebulous clouds stir there

birds on gentle breezes

wind eases through

golden strands of hair

delicate day deep

within childhood

whispers of the wind

voice of God

deep within her soul

emotions safely sheathed

within a cocoon

secret room created

within the child’s mind

this delicate dissociation

a subliminal shield

especially against

that one called mother

the woman from the house

calling her name.