with gods blessing I find you
out in the world, a pattern, a fence along the horizon:
a manmade calling out for home.
I follow you.
you are the wind between the blades of grass,
the keening of my soul along the plains.
animate hunger drives us both forward
on a curling path past the ledge:
where the sun sets, I find you, take your hand
and drag you over.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
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