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June, the graft

headlong, i see
with a crown
dandelion

to bend down
at the green shoot
standing still in the snow

i found you.
mama
i say, it
is me

very still you stare
the wind making
a hollow whistle
of your frame

to pull you
close i cut
your cord
and feed you
while we cry

i come to face
you, to see
the graft, of who
you are made

June, it is you
i say, it
is me
and no one

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