4 billion years of evolutionary
accidents and i’m feeling tender
on a rooftop in brooklyn. the city
is wind and bridges chase
the purple sky with light.
sweet throttle of daffodils
like the night in tunisia
when the horns played,
zues shaking light into
the arms of the world.
and then there was you,
shape and heat
like lightning: giving weight
to weightless things.
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