Sometimes you
look out from
behind the
rock to see
what’s going
on.
Turns out it’s
not much different.
You whiff the
scent
and find it just
as fine
out in this unaccustomed
air
as it had
been back there.
Nice, you
find both fine.
It seems to me
that on this basis
we can say
what’s mine is yours,
what’s yours is mine.
.
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