waves
it seemed tragic; cute, and wondrous
the way forever we all stood staring
up or into, similarly, one another
gaffing fruitlessly into ourselves
trying ceaselessly
to undress the heavens, the
eternal vastness of nothing and
escaping grandeur; only finding
how we could, at least for now
simply laugh with those
nearest over how the blending
of this sky into tomorrow and receding
things made yesterday could
turn into wonders or warm
nostalgia of lovers' smiles made somewhere.
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