Sometimes I try to coax
My angel out from behind me
Where I can feel her pushing up
Against the back of my brain
Into that little magic space
Where light turns into thinking
In an unstoppable stream
But she is shy of me
A child I carry on my back
Or an old woman who ghosts me
When I come knocking on her door
Sometimes it feels like that
Then suddenly out of nowhere
She shows up in a single flower
And we can sit and talk for hours
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