i lost myself last weekend
in the gaze of hazy summer
burn, on tray liners, in fast food
wrappers
i lost myself riverside searching
for water lily gardens. little girl
chasing ducks. swings her bell
off a low tree branch in the shade
i found myself fearful
sweating the small stuff with you
again. fuck. how many moments
away from the deep
simplicity blue. one pack holds
all we need to survive. one road
an entire adventure
one laugh into the chasm one
prayer. i am here. you are there
nothing stands between us
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