Things of Aching Sweetness
A cavity of amethyst crystals.
A single BB King note ripening on the string.
The yellow sparks of acacia blossoms or a valley filled with apple blossoms.
Bee hum.
Gary Soto's sparrows. Neruda's odes. The meadowlark's song.
Steel rigging in the city of non-Euclidean space.
Smell of the orchard after disking.
A littlest kid dancing-walking 20 steps to one of his mother's, down the sidewalk at the same time.
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