Amid the thistles, where the hillside
wears its hidden horns,
a breeze moves through the grass—
a stiff but gentle treat
for every wee creature chirping in the shade.
I fit my thoughts down
into a single wandering stick of time,
a trail that leads to you—
your cheeks blushing,
the world falling out of focus
for one bright moment.

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