I sat, stream-side, while girls
with nets and grand schemes
hunted tirelessly for crayfish and minnows,
and tufted dandelion seeds floated on
the soft breeze like first snow.
Something lost
in the long Minnesota winter
was restored
on that dappled, grassy floor
beneath the towering elm.
Something in my cells
was released and flowing again,
sap-like and life-giving,
streaming LOVE.
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