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Sunflowers in Your Hand for Jane by Susan Rogers I wonder if I will recognize you when you return in a different form. I like to think your breath so intimately part of mine that when you are reborn even if you wear white organza as a bride, or the black habit of a nun, if you appear much younger than you were in a sweater striped in cyan blue with wild sunflowers in your hand I will remember you, just as I remember the shine of a sun dazzled stream after it's gone dry, the rhythm of staccato rain when I swing my hammock under cloudless skies. Or the sound of laughter in a dream of exquisite joy. Even if you choose to be my cat, a hummingbird, a bright scaled koi. And If you are born in another country, don't speak words I understand if you are not female this time but instead a boy, I hope there will be some note of you that sings, your music indisputably through the differences of then and now, so I will know you are the one that it's you come back in whatever form you come.
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