Something pulled you
back to this city
Maybe it was me
Maybe the universe
works that way
And the part of me
that struggles with faith
The amazing bigger
picture all around and through everything
Maybe a man wants to
ask permission to dream of a thread
Like god existed in
the confluence, the pulse
The years of in-bent
fractals colliding, positioning
Bodies of two people
to why others were slid off the table
As the ship crossed
seas ungraspable totems and baubles
Hands attempted in the
capsize and sway
A kiss in the now
patient Ferris Wheel round rising
To see the mysterious
crescent curves of a city under lunar light
Shrink as the sky
opens for a grip to breathe in the parallel paths
Wondering if this is
it; what two hearts have long waited
Singing Springsteen
songs and backstreets, wrecking balls and darkness
On that edge to know
why a man was so long a Patriots fan could understand the sox
An alma mater and a
moving a block away weeks and back
The acquaintance and
praying for a slow tide, the entry view
Into knowing self,
what one wants beyond the echo fingernails of divorce
The crashed cars on
interstate swamps in New Jersey Orleans
Hitchhiking for a way
out and a way in
Snowballs and green
monsters, travel plans and Jamaican beaches
Understanding what is
truly important in being human
Working backwards from
that, allowing the skyline to be simple
The picture to clear
itself whatever may
Canine and feline
grass fields and brick courtyards
Reason to fill the
propane tank, costume, and purchase airline tickets
How to do it,
thinking, pondering, appreciating not knowing
And smiling at
possibility from across the room
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