Gather, distracted
Awaiting space, movement
Some continental shift, or where stars
Tell us, where nightingales sing
Beautifully troubled things.
Magic is a flash, though we’ve conjured it for ages
An obsession ( obsesscence)
A thread through the maze
A collaboration.
Poetry is, by definition
Missed kisses
it is not a list but a revision
a remembering
I harbor on
Wish, resist, reflect
I cherish scars and dust.
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