— Inspired by "The Avowal" by Denise Levertov
vines once heavy with purpled laughter
now huddle 'neath wind's fist,
trembling
small, still things will reach for light
whenever courage manifests itself,
made tender by innocence
as fleeting as birds
notions erupt into epiphanies
becoming sounds (easier than being),
as dusk descends
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