Long grass sways
pine branches swing 
cumulus clouds race across the sky

Imagine we see more than these things
even the wind itself

Imagine our love is more than a grimy
reflection of something greater

Dust swirls
in a sunbeam
Imagine we see more
even the light itself 

Imagine our analogies & extrapolations
are more than somewhat like that 

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Notes
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