Communion
Wandering these hills –
where honeysuckle perfumes
blue-eyed Marys and phlox waltz next to trail’s edge
blackberry nectar tempts bee and butterfly
moss blankets a limestone bed
brooks burble and gush –
is where I devour your voice.
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I feel like you plop me down right in the middle of the poem! I love where it leads!