no one standing—
a stone path digging deep
into the woods
warm on either side
beneath the clouds that loiter
in lustful haze
she came
in moments when the sun
reflected on the glass
water and light
reflected before moving on
to another day
stretching on
the rivers render the earth
from one moment to the next
her eyes show no one
as they open and close
in silent space
the sound breaks
as it opens the ground
and no one sees
but the earth
is moving imperceptibly
as seagulls fly
far from the shore
where ocean follows
until it floats away
the sky changes
colors past and present—
the path beneath my feet
buildings gone
and cities made of stone—
the records in crumbled walls
caveman drawings
of hunger and time—
and there is you, and me

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