What Will Find

Is it alright if  we didn’t remember
when we had it,
sunset under
walks next to…

So easy, complaining
over shelter, what shelters
are for and who?

Sun under fields, they burn
East coast, Western front,
no escaping
but not as immediate
as hands waiting for print

or some digital version
of desire, miles long,
dreams we see with eyes closed.
Until that dream is done…

with too much love for every one.

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