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7-9-02





I look out upon the windy clouded night



Soft breezes rustling in the autumn leaves



I see nothing- and yet everything



I find my lover’s face



Hidden among the gods of grace



And simplicity



Erratic patterns



Would the stars be



If I could find them behind the darkness



Scattering like pebbles-so freely-without purpose



Like my lover’s freckles- the ones I’d like to kiss



And lamplights, and streetlights have no purpose



Save for leading tired moths



In old grey capes



On their journey home



For my lover and I are sleeping



Don’t try to tell me there may be others



For as I scan this sacred ground



I will never give notice



To another



I see only



My lover and I