the rhyme inside us
wandering through the orchard
I picked a fresh rhyme
held her loosely in my hand
arriving back to the house
I opened my palm
found the rhyme cold and lifeless
rocking her inside my arms
I quietly breathed
healing words into her core
slowly her color returned
her skin unwrinkling
newfound rhythm filled the air
quickly I composed a poem
with water and vase
the rhyme inside blossoming
march two thousand fourteen
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