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Contrition

this time I will make our bed
with fresh sheets on a windy hill

I will lay fresh mint
inside the pillows and make
a mattress of pollen
and autumn leaves

I will step clean
from the cold stream
and lay a cool hand
on your forehead

I will see the true color
of your eyes
and whisper answers
to heat