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  • How would you sense me
    if I visited your life?
    How should you hear me
    if pine whispers I spoke?
    How might I become familiar
    yet leave you to be?

    I’d be the dust that settles
    on the sleeves of cares you have worn
    I’d be honey kept on the shelf
    for a blue mug of weary & rain
    I’d be the squeak in the floorboard
    where you tip-toe past barefoot

    I’ll be a starting point centre
    slightly worn ivory middle C
    I’ll be the cashmere & denim
    for whimsical days come autumn
    I’ll be the dishes you leave at the sink
    for a book on a warm sea of bubbles

    I’d be the smile you are humming
    recalling a tune in your head
    I’d be an itch you are scratching
    on the shores of a land unknown
    I’d be the light in your window
    when it’s time for you to come home
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