They travel through you.
Some tease and tickle brain cells or trick you unaware.
A few move in and out of the mind's pocket.
Others paddle and float in the bloodstream
then vacation into the heart to stay.
A breath reveals those who flutter in the lungs.
Many from afar reside in hibiscus blossoms, a tulip or rose.
When a tree branch brushes a hand, you'll know who's there.
Trickle of water or wave roll calls them to mind.
Lemon's scent or a phantom hand on the shoulder brings a hug of breeze
There. Always there.
As sun blends a spark of memory with tangerine sky,
a chuckle sounds into the sea with a flash of green.
Rustle of wings returns those elevated to another plane.
Still they remain. There. Always there.
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