a summer home,
whose voice (a million birds upon the breeze
and the wisp of a billion butterfly wings)
is still inside my heart,
where no amount of time apart
can alleviate like that which soothes:
the
cadence of crickets in the night,
or the way moonbeams wake me
at just the right moment
to see constellations rise and fall-
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