What ghosts of what stars did we know?
If you could count all the acres and every plasma swirl of the sun, all the yellow gulls of its every beach,
What then?
Can we lose everything
To the untenable slopes of love?
~
I haven’t the soonest blue
Or the latest sonnet by Homer.
Like a last place finish, the lone kite in the sky.
As the moon opens its suitcases.
~
I’d like to see this through, outlandishly so. I study the effects of gravity on my houseplant.
I ride my bicycle over to say hello. The rain clouds interrupt, though it never rains.
~
Latter at the drive-in neither of us
Will recognize each other
Or the lengths we sought to not
Fall in love.
~
I specialize in putting words
Just out of reach.
But not you.
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naïve haircuts 
Beautiful. Ethereal. Romantic.
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Thank you so much!
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3% battery, but I’m reading naive haircuts.
Naturally!
Good work.
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Nick, you’re the best! Thank you!
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there’s a lot to like in this one, Bob: the ‘lengths we sought to not fall in love’ as the theme and that wonderful image of the moon opening its suitcases 🙂
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Thank you John. I’m very glad you think so!
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Love this. It’s difficult to choose a favorite line. All brilliant.
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Thanks you! I tried something new. I’m glad you liked it.
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