another wind

she loves me silently
caressing gentle lines
creases her furrows
cold tethered, leathered hands
she brushes past softly

(whispers i hear her quiet soul)

sand gets caught in her eye
a wink
but i know she loves

me

the prairie sky
her caresses line careworn furrows
when my heart used to be.

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