How light
the leaden shoe

which clad
the eager foot—

How loud
the humming

of the seed within
the bursting pod—

How rich
the chalky sums

written on
the slate—

As if it were
your one and only

heart, take and fill
the emptiest cup—


In response to Via Negativa: Smitten.

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