This love is a little girl throwing an armful of mud
into the air, running underneath, and screaming
with joy.
I'm thinking of you this morning. I was thinking of
you last night, when the cool breeze and full moon
filled my apartment.
I am out on the lake in a green boat
which is painted to match the water, so that rangers
cannot arrest me for sunbathing. They can not
find me. I float on the waves and look at the sky and sun
myself in the breeze. I think of the full moon
hidden by the sun.
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