Meditation — Shimmer

You stand
across from me
in this grassy field
while silence
like spilled ink
in the space
between our bodies.
The clouds
are afraid to move.
I hold my breath
and so do
the mountains
and the squirrels
in the branches
as you
clear your throat
to say
good-bye, forever.
And even then,
the alphabet
when you speak.

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