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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Hello





Eyes meet,
billow in
on air-rushed
tummy-tingle.

I’d felt
this spark
years ago

 when bees
grasped daisy
petals

 and sun
shimmered
river ripples
against skin.






Pamela A. Lamppa
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