Page 16 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10
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puddles in the middle of the forest road made

                of pieces,


                I can arrange everything again,

                erase from space and time what should have


                long since disappeared





                just looking at you I take the leaf away from

                my eye

                and so you are like a sand grandpa cut out of


                colored paper,


                you bring good dreams

                and you stick me together when I am frozen

                 with fear,


                when God looks at me through the sawn

                leaves
















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