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I push you into the sky
and it blushes, freckled with clouds.

Breeze combs through your hair,
hems your arms like sparrow feathers.

Behind you the moon, large enough
for you to climb in- your nest.

I hear you laugh, over and over,
fold ripples into the silk of the air

And I feel a love rising
like a thousand soaring swallows,

just as I imagine
at any moment it’ll fly away.