half the way home
and all the way gone -
i am finding marvels in
the undertow and passing
on the savings - let me
speak to how i feel
and let me bridge the
space across - trying
angles and lasting suppers
until the stars alight -
the circumstances notwithstanding
no single hold that i am
handing off - scoffing all
the latitudes to pieces
while the maples make
their own sweet lives -
lemons and all the mints
on the side -
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