That someday we will want to know
projections seriously arrived at
A flourish of flowers against the pavement
It seemed strange we were
Always in awe
What may ruffle the tags
gleam across the mountain
The cat changes position
We are closer now
Especially in the record of afternoon
Surely we will have to arrange
the table for lunch
And ask for music to follow
Say our sentence exceeds the roses
The kayak collection opens
A large in parentheses colored wing
Whispers against the water
Only a bowl of oatmeal lies
between me and the moon
Seeing it again, it grows softer
It is coming out like the stars
Come out in a magnificent cause
Now, in my new eyes.
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