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She tells him things

He already knows

The world beyond my ears

Turns to fuzz

Channel surfing memories of

Empty pecan groves and

Butterfly wings

He tells her stories

She doesn't care

The rain drip drop bang on the roof

Plays Beethoven to a standing ovation

I cheer with my head

Yearn with my heart

Caught between religious zealots

Whose Amens

Are Whatevers

And the summer breeze

Slips warm through my hair

Wishing me

Happy February

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