as the lilacs break the heart sings its memory
to forgive and find grace in forgiveness to find grace
in the way the wind breaks through the budding trees
how the infant suckles the lavender breast
with the stillness and focus of a sun-stroked pond
the heart remembers the elements of the changes
it remembers that morning when the wet fog
turned another key when you woke
and she was there waiting in her sleep for you
to wake her how in shadow she still shines.
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