Poplar
We stood under the shade of the poplar
mass had just finished
people came out of the church
bees buzzing around a hive
you noticed the little flags
that danced to the tune of the breeze
I searched for your hand
and our fingers joined
in the July heat
that weaved the net of love
under the blessing of the sun
in the completeness of the now
for our two hearts
that beat in rhythm
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