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squinting, set my eye
through the crude cut side
of the shoebox
within there is blue sky,
there is closeness
without filters
there is beauty
and love and
there is you
saturday at the open eye
wandering weaver
ducking into sidewalk shops
you hate them but
love the look upon my face
when i find something new
leaning upon one another
lingering into the evening
hand fasted in twilight shadows
walking quiet, companionable streets
warm, close, caring
things the ocean says are impossible
things the home, its people, nod for
all in utmost agreement
‘this is so’
‘this is’
i sigh even as i smile
lift my eye away
carefully, quietly slide
a rectangle ‘neath my bed
shoebox fantasy
strange and special thing
sparkling star in my life
another day will I return
when the weight of
that reminder
is not so heavy