'this beauty of an evening...
surely it had been raining
somewhere
and the breeze was so caring
that fresh moisture she
thought to bear for me...'
he riding...
loving...
sharing...
and writing copious...
on the slate of heart
thought...
and he imagined her-
his eternal lover...
'standing at her own space...she
might be
combing
her hair
watching
vehicles running fast...
or
people homeward bound...
and in those slipping sights and sounds...
would she not hear me?
see me?'
he thought again
closing his eyes
connecting...
to the wavelength...
the air...
the atmosphere...
the earth...
the soil...
the fire...
the water...
elementary...
elementary pure...
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