Nestled in the window seat, writing—New England summer sky is a bright blank screen, lighting Nervous locust tree. Horses in the far field Nibble tickling weeds, nuzzle up acorns to eat. The acorns are poisonous butNature has a life wish. We’ve all been unbelievably changed by this.
Now I’ve seen the underside of night—your cracked lips, red moon eyesNow as a sibling of death, I see the obvious wisdom of dreams.
Near the window writing, aglow like a low sun rising, I’ve Never been this radiant. This time Next year, we’ll both be unbelievably different.
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