Radar

Even  now
from  this great
distance
my  thought flits
easily lightly
alighting butterfly-like
on you  and on us
as we were
then
and these thoughts like
threads
hang  onto me
even  here
in this now
I feel their drag
and steely tensile strength
as they transmit
small pulses to me
fragile, sensitive to thought-
shock yet when  I choose
I can travel
to and fro
across these thin wires
balancing like an acrobat
emotion
my  heart races
bubbling dreams
because of you
but these lines
only  stretch
backwards
I have no forward
antenna
to detect
where  and how
you  are now -
you  probably
lead-screened
yourself against
my  radar
long  ago.

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