jacaranda days
I heard you cradled in distant arms
with radar ping, metronome tick,
and lark's call sounding the proof
that you were not near anymore-
continental divide: divide us!
a fruitful dialectic bloomed
our straddling was a paradox
a joy that relished twilight
but stumbled in the dark
for hyperbole or fulfillment
laughing in the grocery store
at
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