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Morning bus ride
I’ve noticed that if you
look for the beauty
love trickles in
to fill the space –
and happily no one drowns!
I saw God in a hurry at Utrecht Central Station
Hey, I said,
wait!
She said ahead of time it might go like that, and it did
We drank coffee and visited the grave.
What could have been said, wasn’t said.
A blur of grass and kindness kills the real.
Why must now
All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
Oops!
Rounding bends of a mind
I’d thought mine I find
You who’ve thought up me
Oh, the division!
Return to your loom, Lord,
to weave us all together
This day a school
Of speculation lit
chiefly by stars
I said, “This
Is day one.”
But what does that mean?
I put my finger on reality
Her belly button to be exact.
We both began to giggle
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