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catching the light

What's the word for light

that stays in your center

like the window you see

when you're walking in winter

on a dark street

and you look for it,

lighting up the night?

I try and grab it and it slips

away from me

like a murmuration

of bees humming silently,

happy to be seen

and free.

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