Fridays

another journey, another
north, the metal and
machine being him
the roads entwined
bring him
and he is warm and
moving
his arms are warm
and his beating heart
bright eyes

I managed many things
today, outside, inside,
the interior way
the twisting road
the empty

the brief cold press
of wraps and cheek
all the love
fullness of heart
the roads bring him
we meet

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