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[haulm]

and you linger as the smoke in my coat and hair
not physically, only the known presence
soil in the skin-paths of fingers
the reassurance of newness and familiar at once
to behold the leaflets of spring budding preservance
the lessons you gave are worked into me
and still tingle

snow flakes refract light
their musical geometry is a curt glowing fire
beauty transmitted by stillness and
the one in my hair
dissloves