yellow expanse of waving
seed and swishing leaf
docks and airports jolts and wash
cliff to calm and cold dark
water like cellophane too clear
and too reflective to be real
as though the rains came
just to make a splash
but the movement of cities,
clocks, is familiar wherever
the voices, cars, neighbors,
strangers, richer or poorer
better or worse, dreaming or hopeless,
I hear them all at night.
their slow breaths careful explanations
"the farm was sold and"
"can you spare some change man?"
"I've never been so alone"
"How I've missed you..."
children lovers thieves
three tied close to a dream tangible
longed after, sparkling and impossible
and the object doesn't matter
but the reaching out of a hand
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