Dearest Deer of All Readeerz,
Although it has been quite more sandy and sun-filled than usual, things are still the same. Feelings are feelings and poetry is still trying.
Friends will always be friends
Bodies are bodies
Laughter is
laughing
Call the crickets the crows the wind
Call the Pacific Ocean
Call Butterflies Flying
Call a room filled with .... .... ...sky people... .... ...
and you, the only moon (of 3 different moons) shining happy and alone
Call the cicadas, the ducks, the great cows
Call a song you sing in the car
RECALL?
Recall a space?
Recall spaces. so many spaces.
echo-ing waves
echo-ing waves
echo-ing waves
echo-ing waves
echo-ing waves
echo-ing wavelengths
tha distance of you hands from a heart that is KIRA KIRA (that means glittering in Japanese!)
What does it mean to see butterflies flying over the corn?
Is it worth it?
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