did we, 35 years later sitting on the wicker on the porch, change our life? decide
lets be our knowing
that leaky trail to the -
what's the name of those flowers, & why my worry, why, what am I late for?
seconds lost might become your fate ( accidents to love
shift demise to desire
.
how can I make it?
or define the incomprehensible sea of love amongst the motion of its wrecks/ in the depths
to the other side.
.
am I here? Iast night, beautiful light / burst clouds Isaw
on the green who would imagine
our unlikely symbiosis: me with range you with an eye to become a pair.
wild
cranberries, tart in season
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