Leaves

Skipping down the towpath

Touching stars

Scooping sky dust

Tripping now I know that


‘Tween Venus and Mars I

Envision thy countenance

Sparkling eyes your parlance

Decision by song & dance

Incision Cupid’s arrow makes

Revision of past mistakes

Leaves us lying in leaves

Snatching fireflies by the wings

Wearing as wedding rings

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