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I found your legs
tan and willowy
on the dancer girl
standing with her curled toes
planted among the leaves
of her lawn.

I saw your hair
long and windblown
by a sunset breeze
across the deck
of a wooden sailboat
in a picture.

I heard your voice
light and steady
arguing for angels
through the conversations
and cigarette smoke
of some party.

I caught your smile
quick and soft
as I passed a girl
going the other way
last night
in the snow.

I felt your soul
intertwining and flowering
wandering free
somewhere out there
on a sandy road
in a dream.

--Z.T. Jan 24, 1999

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