in unison
we three step leap the stream
landing together
marching in step
and you cry
'look at how light the green leaves are'
elated
the crusted sweat of walking
flakes at our vibration
falls in snowdrops
to the rustled brown floor
all there is
is contained within
this bell of your voices
as you run to balance on stones
crack sticks to echoes
blow the stasis of winter
from your lungs
gather freckles
The Blue Book
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