under the sycamore
we pass back & forth
the white leaves,
taking turns reading their etchings
until we set down the pages
& kiss, & then
we are still
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we pass back & forth
the white leaves,
taking turns reading their etchings
until we set down the pages
& kiss, & then
we are still
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