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Gregory Orr

I remember the cloud on its blue bicycle
gliding over the leaves under the bare branches.
You and I were walking.
You wore your long green dress
with the hem frayed so the loose threads
seemed like tiny roots.
We were holding hands when my hand
became a yellow scarf
and you stood waving it slowly.

— Gregory Orr, from “Daffodil Poem,” The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)

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