Where we took that mighty look was past
a longer path over which I read
my book while fields of blood-
root at your door smiled under-
neath a tree so pleased to be
where sand was felt by hands
and sifted and put where roots
swung addled above the babble --
river lullaby to make you shiver --
Finally there soul and body, we drank
our coffee.
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