My heart is where our home is
In the windswept field of sun crowned animals
On the dock, embraced in a summer’s end
Within the rolling moonlight down a clover hill
All of this always and never again
There is a drenching in attachment
Things that flew so sadly & adrift, settle
Or else succumb to rising brightness
A spring’s sudden death
Emerges like a faithful morning
He knows all you’ve lost
& gathers you up in pieces as you are
He calls it a pledge
You call it a bet
Either way – there is no returning
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