,
and we’re out there standing on the beach
and my toes know sand is fairy dust,
and I trust my heart to this evening breeze
and she’s teasing me with this closed paren
-thesis of gold and so i’ve gone
and told the earth i love her once again.
but see,
she’s a tricky one
(this earth, this moon).
just when i think her murmur’d shine enough,
she disappears too soon.
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I’ve just come from a couple nights in Lake Tahoe with my Love. This is prompted by Poetic Asides.
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