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It was touching to see

To make the sky look smaller

Our shoes full of puddles

The strange secrets of color

In a charmed circle

Two hours pretending to be ghosts

Seeking and being sought

Crows in the park

The last one home's a cocoon

Somebody's still sleeping
in my bed

Now I am humming

I love to hold on to something

Sew it to myself

The holes in my fingers

These patterns dress me