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i don't know forever much
you i know too well and not enough
the words too fast and colorful
maybe screened the meaning out
like i could never say it right
in your eyes up late at night
believing still with all my might
if i could tap it out you'd never go
if i could make it like the sweetest breeze
that carries scent which you cannot quite name
and stops before you notice, leaving
some calming clarity you cannot name
only i could never sew the words together
in such a pattern strong enough
to withstand the summer gusts
the winds of you in fury
hurricane or summer storm 
and i don't care if blowing through
or blowing all away
i could only make the sound of the breeze ending
but my words are still poetry and still 
truer than their meanings and i gave them to you--to you

olivia bitting 2001

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