I explode when you drop into my brain
gently, like a dandelion in a gust,
scattering all of me up and away,
happy to go all the places I must.
You visit like drops of rain on my window,
that touch and collect and run into streams,
you pull me up into a cloud and a shadow,
let me go, let me knit again into earth's seams.
I come home at the close of day to find you,
my parasol settles upon your arcade.
We harvest the tender saplings that bind you,
weave them by grace into our own glade.
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