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How can I touch you
with your back to my face?
how can I say what matters,
what's dearest to me now?

I thought it was good

out in the soil patch
I dig in a daze
circling for metaphor
or a herb to make me
better today
when I know it's just thought

your shoulders
on my mind
I forget
all I have learned

I guess it is love

in this cliff perched
weatherboard
we potter and pace
and I can see the outlines
of a sea storm taking shape

was it ever soft and still?
I can't recall

how can I touch you
in this wind blown place
how can I love you
with my spirit
blown away?

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