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Putting my hands together as if

Reaching out to catch – what? – between my palms

And feeling their warmth incubating a

Yearning so raw and unworldly that I

Escape from the confines of intellectual understanding

Releasing winged dreams to sacred flight


And today’s animal Haikrostic:


 Pink skinned and small eyed

I wish I hadn’t named him

Got sent to market