she is
she is a forest
island in the desert
she is a hidden
spring
and ferns
and pools of water
she is wind
in which hawks and
crows
hover
eye-level
I am her tower
on this rocky
butte
this old
burn-scarred mountain
looking for fire
feel her moving
around me
in my cot at night
humming metal
bats clicking
outside
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