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She...
is planning
and laughing
forgetting why she cried.
There are places whose names I cannot pronounce, but whose dialect will be spoken, fluently one day, by my eyes. I will sift through the soils and sounds of places defined by empty gas-tanks and pocket lint. When it rains, I will smile wider, having been past the end and rewind of the water cycle. I will breathe in time with leaves and exhale summer's green before spring even stirs.
is planning
and laughing
forgetting why she cried.
There are places whose names I cannot pronounce, but whose dialect will be spoken, fluently one day, by my eyes. I will sift through the soils and sounds of places defined by empty gas-tanks and pocket lint. When it rains, I will smile wider, having been past the end and rewind of the water cycle. I will breathe in time with leaves and exhale summer's green before spring even stirs.