beckon’s always

i weep for Our return to foxes, fires
and forevers from inside my bones

welcome back Our bells, birds
and brooking by beneath my feet

a whisper of Our warming, memory
and grace of once shared aching beckon

Her cloak of life in breath, heaven
and everything in nothing’s only, and Our only,
kind of beautyfull

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