to Lisa
The context for either of us was precise,
and irrelevant as who had a dog or cat;
our independence longed to be subsumed
within the ripe urgency of the cornfield’s
lowed rustle across the starred night.
The windows opened gulping the dark air
in gasps of laughter, as if drowning
between the bites and buttons we knew
the moment we were in without knowing.
(July 3, 2014)
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