yearning to soothe the Earth

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This Spring,

after we had spoken secrets,

fear began the fill of Fire Buckets.

Greed reveals the sun;

light particles, stirred by my breath.

While this brigade has cheeks of trampled blooms,

our intent in stillness and action,

continues the possible Beauty.

This Wound, my heart, panning for gold.

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