I give you my hair, I give you
my face, I give you my nails.
I give you my voice and my eyes.
I give you the trees and the hills.
I give you the colored leaves
adrift on silent, mirror-gray ponds.
I give you the dawn, frozen now.
I give you the roads. I give you
the graves and the secrets they hold.
I give you the earth where I stand,
and the places I have been.
I give you the distance between.
I give you my shoes. I give you
my arms. I give you my hands.
I give you my faith in dreams.
November 5, 2006
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