A Meeting

Moist and settled

I move not

Awareness captures me

I think not

 

Concoctions everywhere

Frothy on the stem

I am fascinated 

Lost in the shine and the dream

 

Life has cracked open

The chick eyes us both 

A breathing stillness claims me

As I look at you.

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