wait until i retype this
there were lines well-rehearsed
i reached out for a hand
the hours slapped away minutes
lingering on the seconds
your hands tell a better time
lit by light through a window
an opportunity for clarity
but all those words
gone again
there were squares dared into triangulation
there were situations fit to outgrow
when i call your name i answer
myself a window
grow into the sky
tossing apples into the trees
freezing summer in citrus slices
there are better ways to say this
thank you for your patience
save your drafts
celebrate argyle anniversaries with pie
this gazebo beyond the caution tape
ready for the great finding
gazing and minding manners matters
seek and we shall and we do
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