Tickled by the daisies

She's happy here,
at home,
and I, in seeing her,
can feel the same:
for this brief time
we stand so close,
so near to clouds
and snowy mountains --
our eyes and toes
tickled by grass and clover,
freckled daisies, indian paintbrush,
and queen anne's lace --
breathing the same chilled air
we are one
as You and I
are one.


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