Maybe together we can make mountains
steal the wind, weave a wild ocean
and cook the night without stars.
Maybe together we can make suns
steal the sky, dream a patchwork quilt
and paint a landscape of imagings.
We have wandered far from ourselves
unable to see the damage done
waiting for this memory to circle
Still it good lying on that big bed
you wearing your black fedora naked
lost in our bodies in summer.
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