I can’t help, but
See her in the grasses
On bended knee amongst the cattails.
Deep in her prairie
Where she went to be.
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The awe of what’s invisible
Content on rising,
Always in the east.
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Each and every
Passing moment
Wasting away.
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She sits alone
Hands pressed against her chest
Swaying with the grasses.
DoRee MelNic 