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She descends
the long path and downsteps
to her door and
what else I cannot
say except that the
second floor windows are
glowing yellow as
if someone is
awake and
waiting and
listening

for her and this is
the mystery of all the
small signs such as her
license plate that
spells vie
for life
and that she never
knew that until now and

I have to ask you
because you might
know do you know how
many of her there are

walking down paths and
downsteps to
what with
vie and life and

hearts waiting to be
stroked open like a
morning water lily or like an
opening rose or

that fat bud peony
given over to
wanton glory
and scent
and half-blown vie
full-blown life.