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Holding Up My Pants

I hold the light
between my thumb
and index finger
like holding up
my pants
that day in the woods.
You had a wildflower
between your teeth,
kept looking up
into the trees
and smiling.

kept looking up
into the trees
and buzzing with a grin.

or

kept looking up
into the trees
and buzzing with a broad smile.



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The light
between my thumb
and index finger,
like holding up
my pants
that day in the woods.





Michael (MV)