Stone like
a lover's hand
within my own.
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Small tangled vines,
a cryptic signature.
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A tiny leaf presses
close to the earth
and its neighbours.
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To live and die
inside the compass
of a few inches.
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Variations
by the myriad
on single colour.
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Time slips away
as I watch
...nothing...
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