To a summer collision, my dear
High above the plains you walk
What falls is free to seed or die
No longer a-slumber amid ossified dream
Let it be, whatever vulture or sparrow
Finds left of shot confetti, a child's joyous scream
Let the ground remember
Let the winds carry her call
Sweet haunting traces
Of your touch and song
Carry, lifted up
At my back, southward bound
Let the flying creatures
Never meet cage
No matter how shiny
A butterfly could never
Press a flower's fruit to diamond
Nor do I wish it so
That my eager, longslept dream
Find your beautiful mind pressured
All I ask
Is your sweet countenance
That soft, luminous quilt
You so humbly fold
At a table with coffee or whiskey
Your laughter no longer far-off
No longer ringing through nights
But wafting within meters of my hand
That day is all
I wish
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