I know that your soft
hands of love
have smoothed and thinned
the rough hardness around
my heart
to something permeable,
translucent
yielding to the touch.
I know this because
the last yellow leaves of
the hazel
blazing in the hedge
strike joy to the centre
of me,
and the birds collect my
soul
to ride with them
the autumn skies.
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