Between us is liquid light,
the swirl of life, cut sometimes
into awkward shapes, omitted or forgotten:
it is rare and daily,
a stationery cycle, gulp at it as you travel,
keep your plans, go where you say you will,
reveal yourself, anonymously, not too much
just enough for tea,
don’t fuck it up, for there are possibilities
yet. Between us.
yes, indeed!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Julie. "It is rare and daily" - very fine.
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