oh precious soul,
priceless
where are you going?

… speak to me.

with your mysterious vision
your body–its inflections,
its words

you come to depend
that it’s always
listening

fly now into
your life
which drizzles
like the wind, cleansing

© r.e.l. 10/8/12

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