Spending too much time,
in the land of serious.
Intractable responses,
to waves of doubt
and projections from,
the heart of distrust.
By now,
I should be free of this,
shouldn’t I?
Getting close,
and wanting to share
just the bare minimum,
seems simple enough,
but then:
a look,
a phrase,
or a lack of either,
and the train leaves the station.
It’s raining,
birds have been awake for hours,
everything is alive with green purpose.
Come home.
I love this line: but then:
a look,
a phrase,
or a lack of either,
and the train leaves the station.
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