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my hands are a thousand nations
long and dry
cleaned in the desert
wrap them around lips
lakes and rivers to heal me

fingertips are like wheels
crossing my infinite distance
over and under logs and creeks
until that’s enough
sigh with me

hair on a mountain peak
a crest a loop filled with snow
melting in my grasp
love is autumn leaves
so I try to never wonder
what eyes mean
something more than claws across me