Her name means pure and clear.
She is a child of the fields and tree lines,
the creek waters smoothing
the creek waters smoothing
granite and sandstone she palms,
reading rock braille
she rests upon.
Her eyes, a thousand blended
greens of May,
greens of May,
become the leaves around her
nesting scarlet songs:
she climbs branches,
pads through the season
pads through the season
as a great cat,
through taller weeds the color of riches,
the color of her.
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