oh, how my heart flies
       in this harvest sky​
oh, how my heart settles
       in the soft tan grass​

i love this day
as a sculptor
loves his own hands
       on marble,​
carved & smoothed
in the shape
of someone he loves

i love this life
as an old man
remembering young
        & as a child ​
discovering rain

i love this taste
in my mouth,
cardamom, maple
       & earth,​
brown sweetness
& cream

i love these people
who stayed behind
       for our mourning ​
their sacrifice & salve
my bounty

i love this place
i have landed,
its promise of snow
       flowers​
& cherries

       & i love this feel​
of air in my lungs
this breathing

oh, how my heart flies

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