What shall I secret now

here in this silver locket—-

a blade of green

a slip of blue

a sift of light

a gulp of river

a purple of rain

a shiver of wind

a mince of moon

a glass of joy

a flick of hope

a bar of song

a hint of soon?

What can I keep close

steadied and still—

not let go?

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