How can I say it more simply?
Through a poem, a song, a gaze,
through the yeast-dust on a blueberry,
through the closed green lids
of a slumbering bean?
How can I say it more simply?
Through the silence between these words,
between this breath and the next,
from the place where breath begins?
"I invite you, I invite you, I invite you
to the summer of your heart."
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