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  • I lie back in the
    grass we
    keep long for
    the butterflies.

    watching the
    clouds scudding
    across the sky

    feeling the
    tall stalks
    swaying in
    the wind

    when I was a
    child running
    bare legged
    down a grassy

    falling and
    grazing my knees
    with green
    blood of the
    grass embedded
    in my skin.

    An ant crawls
    into my ear.
    A blade of
    grass tickles
    my face;
    the only place
    that I can feel

    If I could
    only turn and
    taste the sweet
    juicy stem again.

    Now I complete
    the cycle of
    birth, childhood
    and death.
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