Flight

           you put this pen

in my hand &  i take flight,

far away from the icy wind-

            somewhere tropical,

the distance calls.  thunders  

            along old & rusty train

tracks,  running parallel 

along the bend, promising  

            our paths will cross at

distant junction.   we pull. 

          

            meeting along the

sea tide, where the sands break  

the rocks into its knees.   we taste

           salt in our faces, our bound-

aries clinging like weeds.   we push.

          hungry for fullness of the 

moon.   you put a knife in my hand.

the horizon & walls slip away.   

          we cling.   like missing

pieces across the white page.        

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