VEINS
So many bodies
under light.
Veins below
and veins above.
Entwinings in
and across time.
In rock and sea,
moonlight’s mercury,
the jade of waves,
the mile-high feathering
of gull flight—
or in the flush
of flesh and bone,
blood and breath,
when shining eyes
together see the sun
in branches, buoyed above
the curve of a sleepy river,
while under a sign that says:
happiness
grows here.
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