The Well-done Sum

The sensitive eye drinking 
stacks of silver cloud banked 
high amid layers and 
layers of grey-blue stretching

the fetch of the timid 
heart out from its dusty 
cupboard to feel and feel 
love stringing love real.

Warm hand curved clasp 
and the contact pressure slight, 
weighty, the best 
thing in the world the

shared moment as we two 
are hurled across our 
time across this land 
gathered/keeping/unison

straight lines to a place 
and crossing of water - 
islanded space bought freedom 
walks and stones the pointing

of the past toward 
the unknown state twinning 
growing room fingering 
the gold coin of it, the sum.

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