Element v. elements [Chicago Dawn]
Pad down grey through fragile clear
an elemental strong
A step, a day, a month, one year,
through rectangle hills
The sky does lift, his gentle grasp
soft around her waist
Chin up, pink nose, she breathes a sigh
Dark lashes beat the haste
The fire leaves drink up cool breeze
They shudder, move in tight
Eternal boats, the seven seas
Fresh dewdrops melt the night
Grid blocks to spaghetti streets
Cement becomes the air
The light before, the dark behind
Caught in a blessed snare
She grasps a bar and lets it go
(i.e. her awe turns into laughter)
A dance with Elemental Flow
There's nothing else for her to know
There's nothing else for her to know
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