The clarity of the first light of a day
is a joyful space in this year of the water snake
where the old calendars are gone.
Thoughts are smooth as the edge of distant awareness
and this mind gallivants and dances past the quiet
of a breath, taunting with proposals and promises,
that will go nowhere.
Sit with me
on a single branch
near the grave of true Love
and know that he was thinking of a sweet smile
gazing peacefully at the night sky
as he drifted like a sparrow
shivering away from the snow
and endless cold.
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