Lover

You said “I am here”
And I raced out
What was I racing against?
Time or distance –
Or maybe just insistence
That, yes I am here.

I am also here.

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And I’m forgetting the laid-out paths
I’m running through grass
I know I’m only cutting through wind
But I’d cut through a crowd –
To catch one glimpse
(Like of a solar eclipse)
Of my very gentle

Lover.

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