right between
ee cummings and dante
what he would
give to be sitting there
confessing
selfish maybe
even if he
doesn’t fit alphabetically
confessing only
desire to be there
to be closer to
her and words unseen
in the car as
time flies
having fun time
to go too soon
the clouds now
paint the sky gray
his skies are
still clear
the days mail
delivered unexpectedly
welcomed like
sunrise with windows
all around
warming the chill
down a spine
embraced the moment
not long enough
but the smile
tattooed his mind…
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