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deft dialogue sent me drowning

twirling through insipid infinite

melon mind bloated with

rancid rhetoric i can't seem to retire


the immeasurable moments we spend

talking our lives into meaning


antique afternoon sun stained your brow

thirteen immediate ways to say you're beautiful

pleasure in pontificating forever

on the mind, outer space, and their sameness


the lifetime we'll spend

talking our lives into meaning

every day i sit on the edge of the mountain

waiting for the ground

to rise up beneath my feet

/ jump, girl

the laughter of the children

the blossoms on my zucchini plants

your morning coos and kisses

the sky heavy with imminent rain

our arm-in-arm kneeling

finding hope in all the light places

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