What They Mean
Whenever you walk among the softened copper leaves On a wispy smoked autumn morning,
See the dim face of a sun eight minutes old.
Feel the warmcool paradox in your body's secret hiding places. Hear the gentle shivering at the tops of tall trees.
And possibly wonder what they all mean —
Why, they mean I love you.
Mike Stone
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