8.07.2004

me too

It’s tough
you know
sometimes
to show you
the two on my knee
and the things I see
sitting next to you
with my eyes closed.
We’ve been posed
face to face
here in this place
the most space
for personal growth
we’ve ever had together
The weather couldn’t be
better
for staring at the stars
driving cars
racing speed
around the curves
the verbs
four letters
tethered to chains
rearranged
to describe the day
bounce ball, hit, play
a different way
of looking at the king of kings
everything
between peace and war
the corner and the store
What’s the score?
42 to your 1 billion
a million stars glinting
as far as my reply can see
All the way
through the trees
the leaves
our sleeves rolled up
rolling down the hill
smiling still as if it were sand.

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