You were just now
the soothing rustling of leaves.
In the winter, a bird
singing a song
I have not been taught.
There is
enough about you
I,
who am restless
and clumsy,
cannot reason.
I fail to
determine your weight
against the
weightlessness
of this world.
In every case scenario
I try,
but cannot touch you.
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