Spring Morning, Summer Night
Evenly
fog parts and
you are again lovely
as a fresh
hill lady is.
High mountains
we hear you
over our lake fireworks.
How welcome!
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Our coming together from far ends
amazes us both,
neither knowing the other
was cowardly too,
two years ago,
now we confess it, laughing.
We joy in such presence
my cynical dear:
we are in love,
knowing it usually passes
with flowers and years—
still honoring it.
On waking at four
by your beautiful person
I listened
to your heavy breathing
Returning in January
And two years gone
yet you remember me!
We both sense the love
who never “met.”
Promises are made
before new leaving
And saying words
we will hold to is joy
These petals will not drop,
time or not.
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