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Blood

i cut my finger this morning

red blood born into the world


a storm of birds

crooked their necks

toward the sound

of spaces

in between


far away a whistle

a bark

your hair

your big eyes

your body

your body


where are you

little girl wearing the big heart?


i will look for you

in the swaying treetops

immense vastness

blue sky

emptiness

present moment

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