Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Monday, September 05, 2016
Faint, Brief, Gone
But you were more,
And still the air connects us,
Bridges of air connecting everything,
The heart walks them in peace,
How close our souls, how distant,
Blue sky between clouds,
Clouds, clouds, the bridging blue sky
Of our two separate dreams.
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