Walking occupied her, body and mind,
in her nature she disfavored the straight line,
and coming on a bush or branch hanging low
she'd reach out to its full green leaves that grow,
extending her fingers to just graze
the foliage walking by; this did amaze
me to see, for much I've dunnit, less seen done,
this same way of loving what drinks the sun.
This absence in the public I find's rife:
the want, the need, the love, of touching life.
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