in silence we looked at stars;
you reached for my hand.
~~~~~~~~~~
Clouds below; above,
blue sky: our breath together
making window mist.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sun burns your bowed head.
How salty these hot tears taste,
dripping on my arms.
~~~~~~~~~~
His anger ripples
to me like thunder after
lightning. The storm grows.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I feel at home here."
Your joy: sky-rimmed fields. But I'm
in love with mountains.
~~~~~~~~~~
Clouds below; above,
blue sky: our breath together
making window mist.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sun burns your bowed head.
How salty these hot tears taste,
dripping on my arms.
~~~~~~~~~~
His anger ripples
to me like thunder after
lightning. The storm grows.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I feel at home here."
Your joy: sky-rimmed fields. But I'm
in love with mountains.
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