I live without you
like a Jew inhabiting
somebody else’s corner
your aura: Kosher
like a dill wonder world
awoke on Sunday morning to see everything in its right place
garden here, furniture over there
like an overt pumpkin or an orchard of a television movie
about learning how to hope in
causes worthy.
People, therein
on the lawn and inbetween
covert conversations, mooring pathways
from her ship of life to his
tree-house
mists of ephemeral
yesterdays
like stale oatmeal on Monday
becomes deeper and better partners
without anybody knowing...
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