thinking about the strings attached
to the page, along the warm waters
of thought, & when the dog begins
to wine, abrupt while listening,
we hear the absolute in the shaking
off of wet fur, & another pen
tells a story, shared between one,
the eye in the see, we listen, of
course, the single drop in a
rainfall
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One thought on “

  1. missed you today, &
    remembered, your words here,
    not the same as when you read them to me
    nevertheless, your mind
    in traceable lines & I follow in silence
    and with love.

    always yours,
    always

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