The visions of God, purpose, and
plan
Slip like a sun beam curved off a
cheek
How quickly a smile can shift into
indifference
Passing innocuously in a parking lot
As she thinks about a cell phone in
her purse
Who to call, who might be ringing to
turn
The sounds of operations into that
hope
Tingling of how a world might bend
The light of expectations refracting
in
The sentiment of possibility
extrapolating
From a line in a poem to the sound
of an open door
Coming home and the dog detecting
the pheromones
Wafting in olfactory measurement
Like coffee spoons and
counterweights
Telling time in the fading absence
Of who departs in the morning and
returns in the evening
Feeling the seasons in the embrace
of wrinkling skin
All the apples traded to dare
forgive a human for being human
Creating these fault line crevices
for a purpose for the other
Need like structural integrity to
the skin and bones
Haunting, her trepidation feels like
loveliness
A place for him to give
Flown and fly, built and spilt,
known and gone
The snow and silt gives him nothing
but darkness
Forget the angles; adjourn the math;
the horn it blows
Deaf ears for muted wind against the
mast
His voice is a hollow well, dried
and he does not know
Let him go; let him go; let him go
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