spirit come down

out climbing my hill

hearing the trees rustle

in the blow

chasing along this escarpment

the minute sigh of a butterfly

landing on my nose

as I sit on a rock

waiting for inspiration

spirit to come down

taking a while to understand

spirit is

was

all around

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