Hints

Hints are strong scents,
Hidden, invisible and
Deep.  Riding air or
Sometimes hiding
Within.

Hearts don’t speak;
They cry.  We listen to
Calls and see gestures.
Guessing and feeling
What lies beyond.

All we have are hints, and like
Bloodhounds moving quickly
Through underbrush and bobbing cattails,
We follow a secret trail under the noonday sun.

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