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After Elizabeth

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love you as the horses love the sun
Turning to its heat after long cold night
Steam, rising from flanks dew-wet
When morning time has just begun

I love you like the aftermath of rain
Sweetening the summer day
Each drop is sucked deep, into soil
Each leaf reluctant to let fall
Scent of brick and new laid dust
Dawdle in the lazy air
Drying deltas trouble ants
That forage, busy everywhere

I love you as the kestrel loves the wind
Hanging on liquid air
Her slender shadow grazes reeds, she
Stoops, before the vole can know,
Rips out the heart and lays it bare

I love you as the horizon loves the hills
Crisp in autumn light
The frost still clings to every stalk and leaf
Except where sun has licked the edge
With innocent delight.

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