The distance between you and me
As we swim in the lake
Is only our breath.
The distance between you and the sun
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On a long day of lovemaking,
You fed me orange sections
In a morning break.
They were commas between
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I drive home from night shift
In late summer's heat
Into daybreak like crystal
Shattering in my eyes.
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Grave-shift workers reach Zen-like focus
That sometimes amplifies noises -
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Growing up in Lubbock,
Child of dust storms,
There were years when all of my memories
Were shaped by wind:
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Straining up the rise with heavy books
I grumble. But at the top gold sifting
Through the fleeting fog shifts the shadows
On distant hills, and I almost follow the road
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Dreams and dreams come back to me
when I awaken with their threads
like cobwebs feathering past my face.
The visions of lost cities fade quickly,
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