Resolution. And in response to a couple weeks of being on ocean or an island or a train, now there’s calm.

poetry

For T.

Maybe
You’re the eye
And I’m the storm.
Or
I’m the mountain
And you’re the peek,
It snow mater.

Right now
It’s 50 degrees out
At night, and
In winter.

The moon is shining brighter than I’ve ever seen
And you say I’ve just made you smile.
If anything exists outside of this
Right now

I don’t need to know.

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