I am sending you a greeting card
or sprinkling hot foot powder
where you are walking.
I am your nurse
or narcissus.
I am up in your gallery applauding
or I am shining a poison apple.
I am a keystone that knows balance
or I am a whirling tempest.
I am these things around you
and I am them around myself.
And since, no matter what we have done
or who we are
we have no right to judge
and no boundary to caring,
I will pick up the sweet ways.
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