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HEALING ON A PRAIRIE
This place is lovely not for making me
Happy but for watching from its distance
While I healed. Empty of trees and thus of shadows,
Lacking moisture because lacking clouds,
A place of benign sun. I flourished,
Let its breezes lift my head. Now strong,
I seek the place that broke me (can't help myself)
And wonder at the judgment it still passes.
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