Lily talks to air
sultry like jasmine in summer
or a piano out an open window
where the door is closed
don’t touch the handle of such truth
for it is not something that you open
it is a secret lover’s touch
that was always there
Listen to the water just a sprinkler
then go past that place of dense leaf joy
beyond the sound of scratching dog
and mocking bird’s declarations
past the screen in the door
as it stops making patterns on the opening
Close your eyes and breathe
slow the up sky and down dirt
open the magic
listen
lily talks to air
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