Sycamores

Under southern summer stars
she dreams at night
of northern winds
sighing in the sycamore,
whispering of kisses.
The rain on rooftops
hisses.

A shadow falls across her bed
and fills her head with tender words,
unheard again,
unspoken yet,
until the morning comes.

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