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| Wind Poppies, Chinese Houses |
For Sylvia
Once I didn't know the blade of grass
is linked forever to the stars. I clung
to a story about crippling isolation
and misery. I have a new story
of light at the heart
of cells, light beyond the farthest
reaches of space. We
have stood together
every day in that light:
Because of you I know the light
at the heart of uncountable
atoms in a vast tapestry,
the two of us in our humble home
like atoms linked
to other atoms trillions
of light years away.
