wind spoke to my skin
three words traveled along my right arm
finding a nestling place in the nook
of my neck.
i felt them rest there
easy
open-ended
with as much meaning
and as little depth
as i gave them.
nothing existed between those three words
and the Spirit/ only my minds eye
and third ear/ listening to their beckoning
the wind tickling my comfort...
'i got you'
i haven't worried about me
/all day.
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