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passion is.
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black-eyed sunflowers
tipped with violet red and orange,
petals curled toward sunlight
despite heavy winter snow;

fingers strumming keys and chords
on each separate side of town,
knowing only the weight of sadness
pressing strings and harmony;

sticky candies passed between
sun-kissed fingertips
while distance is a narrow stretch
of an empty path toward an empty heart;

Sunday morning telephones
ringing just to say hello,
made full of pancakes, eggs,
and toast--a place to call a home;

passion is.
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