Disguised as a guide dog
eye crossed the breed to blindly
wonder about congenial fusion matching
zebras to horses clumped to camels back.
Next I dressed a face to pinpoint
a stitch to cross an examination
of both bow and fire but found
a match to hope
when I crossed the road
to meet the die in my heart
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