Looking for the arrow,
Wind same pitch as tea kettle,
Organic city.
Organic hearts now,
All above, aboard, C#,
Sailing in place, night.
Night up here with them,
With us all night together,
In silence the sap.
The sap just holding,
Asking us to not leave it,
Asking us with grace.
Anxious as the cricket,
Restless, just as unsure of,
Cheshire poems.
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