Irises dot lace along hem of
flowing creek where stanzas found the time
to speak a child holds secrets 'neath her feet but
hasn't yet realized what of it's meant or worth she
runs & flies she kicks through before thinking
a neighbor's new fallen pile of leaves
spinning flying in arrayed

spiral rings
sinking
stops
just
long
enough
to take in a

look upon and smell the
scent and what a thrill today has been
she's far from being wrapped around disturbing
lament with it's shuddering doubts to heaven sent
or cried - why - have these angry clouds passed
over the eyes of understanding on their
way to realize

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