Star sheets & New York Poets

Go outside,

yoga & bike rides     in the sun

or by the lake, learning from the lush breeze.

The smell of wet hay & smoke as your bike wheels skid on the leaves.

Above us  evergreens and bare branches      fall in love.

Your dragon breath, like a new mist.

We kiss

& read books about young love & New York Poets

Who smoke cigarettes & eat waffles stacked with jam & maple syrup.

Who only see the night time,

the star sheets & the high rise.

©2016

 

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