A handful of
Love notes
In my pocket
Are
Weighing
Heavy like
The sun.
I took one
And read it
Till the moon rose.
It shattered the
Sky and all
The stars rained
Down and down
Upon us.
And then I
Plucked you
From a meadow.
You were a
Dandelion or
An icy
Morning
Bluebell.
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