Pray, do not miss the love of today, bounding and non-obvious, pressing against us in the form of soft silver light. That’s our fate. And we give thanks with perhaps a part of us holding back, the part that wants to be in the shade on a hot day. What else is nice? Your profile, outlined on the wall. Also how I still love coffee at room temperature or just above, as if it held just the memory of hotness. The funny thing is we can’t stop hiking in the muddy gulch. Our ellipses and frustrations return with the consistency of molecules, as unchanging as our love, which still echoes since the day of the creation of Eve.
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Art by Susanne Breuss.