Moments

no one standing—
a stone path digging deep
into the woods

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warm on either side
beneath the clouds that loiter
in lustful haze

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she came
in moments when the sun
reflected on the glass

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water and light
reflected before moving on
to another day

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stretching on
the rivers render the earth
from one moment to the next

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her eyes show no one
as they open and close
in silent space

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the sound breaks
as it opens the ground
and no one sees

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but the earth
is moving imperceptibly
as seagulls fly

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far from the shore
where ocean follows
until it floats away

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the sky changes
colors past and present—
the path beneath my feet

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buildings gone
and cities made of stone—
the records in crumbled walls

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caveman drawings
of hunger and time—
and there is you, and me