…

the sun in her eyes
is making me blink
& her kitchen sink
is everything plus
the sum of these whys
the scattered beyonds
the morning responds
a sneeze of a breeze

the moon is a star
a seven card draw
an evening before
a new afternoon
it happened again
her rain on my face
she left just a trace
confusion still rules

the river between
the banks & that field
& gladly i wield
this crap plastic pen
the spool of a fool
as then in her stead
is songs in my head
so we are both ghosts

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