Mule Deer
words
floating
dandelion
parachutes
for the
slippery minds of poets
holding time
to remember
strong soft
ears turning
hearing
lulling beats
of dragonfly
wings
wonderstruck
huge brown eyes
wild hearing
my laughter through
thick walls
flying over
the fence
and lost
and I have flown
too far
for you to
hear
for me to
see
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