the boots back from the cobblers. New soles and
apple cake in my bag.
I bend, pick up a leaf
from the pavement of the street where I live.
It looks at me
like a summer day
Motioning-
come quick, meet me round the corner
in soft July shades.
You brush my cheek
I show you the plans.
You say my name - slow, open,
as you lie beside me, in the night.
It sounds like love
beginning again
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