25thDec. × ’15

I wander down a stone path
city girl boots in the dark groping

gathering kale
my godmother grew in her garden

There is a full moon
and there are simple directions

Find the bucket
bring it inside

Some things are doable
though many things are not

Irreconcilable we search
for everything in its assigned place

Though we know there are no
assigned spots

Tonight the bridge sparkles in the distance
not ours to light

and we are here
we are just here

I wish I could give you the gift
of the sparkling distance

the gift of just so
on and on
just so¬¬¬

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