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I heard the woodlands
deep in your voice
and asked
the man sat beside me
if he heard it too

I traced your eyes
against white linen
and your lips
against an orange tablecloth

I threw your opal stones
into the standing water and
listened for the splash

I took your old fingernails
and buried them in the yard
named the tree that grew
after you

I waded into the letters
I found
with your titled signature
and swam for a few weeks