twinklings to
meanderings
fountains into streams
we shimmer
then we die
though these be energies that linger:
my early autumn, your late spring
our seasons out of synch, we could
if we were so inclined
nudge each a little, cheat
ourselves into a
summer
of untold delights —
say we were otherwise
compatible, we’d make
each other
perfect
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