Kiss on the Wind

Just keep going
sand runs
water rills
all moves -
I have moved
I did move
I could have moved
I would have moved
I move still -

and how green the garden in
June, lush, filled, replete
like it will never come again
exactly like this
in this time
and it never will, it
is true:

one day I will lie
absorbed in the blue
and I will breathe
into the cool Highland wind
and it will take me away
a sigh in the trees
I will have done
with all my dis-ease

(maybe there is a place
to begin)
but the quiet and gentle
fall to the grass, this Eden,
the last thing.

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