yet into the clouds again

hoping to believe again in
those pure unbiddens before the
inception of assorted retirement schemes

but who wants to read
that either and no this

levitation is sustained by light
in early spring almost dawn
walks through wildflower waves you

can almost believe and just
about forgive your younger so

selfish self that denied those
sunrises and why not build
another boat ask that it

be kissed in a hidden
spot on the port side

by a dark woman filled
with spring water and soon
loosed on the surge for

some distant honey or ice


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