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I heard her call me

back behind the rocks

her hair hidden behind her hood

face becoming one with the wind

But I’d never seen a golden angel before

so instead I stood and watched him


Daffodils grew around my arms

spelling “I love you” in nature’s cursive


I could not hear her call me

she was just a murmur on the breeze

leading me back to the golden angel

my lover by the lake

more brilliant than the sun

more beautiful the longer I looked


Daffodils grew around my throat

trapping lungs filled with air


I only heard him call me

lilting voice, I ask, “Who are you?”

He asks, “Who are you?”

No answer needed

My golden angel and I

lean forward to drink each other in


Daffodils grow by the lake now

nobody knows why they do

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