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ECHO SPRING
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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