My present is nostalgic and future-oriented.
Not that deep, the sun gets lost on its way out,
leaving haze in feelings that are far
away from thoughts of you.
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Slippery shores made of
necessary elements. Bless the chemicals!
And why not bless the finding?
We wade on the road like it may be made of
moving parts itself.
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Those car rides
to places we haven’t been.
Those evenings with open windows. Bless talking.
Voices drifting out like smoke.
Moon, grass, and chanting wind. Must you go?
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