The Logos of Love, Now Updated
There are days I sit
back in my chair and dream
about words like fortnight
and hitherto and the people
who would offer them
as if they were tree
or weekend.
There are days I feel
those words in the air
as if they still belong
to what's inside [and how
true that is]. Days
where even the bus
driver has a "How do I love
you, let me count the ways"
draping over his shoulders.
[...to be continued...work is happening...]
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