Tea warms the knees differently on nights like these,

Where a seed plants itself within, and daffodils bloom in my blood.

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On the shore of tiny planets, we kick and hear no screaming,

the ocean roars the echo of a million stars.

When the full moon's reflection joins me as my guest,

I exchange flowers for translations of time.

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The shooting star a stone skipping comet,

pollinating the night

and I meditate the engravings of my palm through a thousand windows of June.

A Thousand Windows of June
By Jenna Horoky