you see

 

there you are in the last thoughts of the night
and the first in the morning
there you are even before the light
penetrates my eyes

I should probably think of something else
of art or god
but there you are
in my mind's embrace

I want to say something meaningful
something that will take you straight to me
I have a pocket full of words
wanting to be written
that you already know

there just needs to be a little courage

I think of a metaphor
of a seed or a sapling
to some unknown citrus variety
someday maybe blood oranges
or perhaps there won't be enough water
or enough sunshine
or perhaps too much

someone out there is on a jackhammer
thinking of a lover lost and found
someone driving truck
for days and days
thinking of a lover coming and going
and here I am
watching the sun track across the sky
thinking of you
listening to the sound of the hammer

 

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