I am waiting for day
here in the bed without you
spreadeagled on seconds
that take light years to arrive and depart.
Going over your letters and postcards
I wonder if love can be diminished in transit
so giddy I might lose myself
in the slippery travertine of words and images.
I’m volley balling the moon
pretending to focus somehow resolute
if I look at the clock and an hour has passed
then I know I’m getting there.

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vivid images and a lively imagining soul
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