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We might envy
windswept leaves
by late morning
last night’s dewdrops
have burned off
revealing a fresh surface

We might wish
the breeze
or sun
might as easily
evaporate
our own tears

What some notice early
others much later
how undeniable
wind’s resemblance to
breath

Listen now:
both around
and within you
within all of us
for the faint rustling