Field Trip

The radio

and my lover’s voice

His eyes on the road,

hidden behind dreamy glasses.

We talk away the miles,

and so often find

his words are my own.

That one soul we’ve been weaving

twenty-one years strong.

Delicate

and

Sublime

Blowing in the wind

Passionate

and

Wise

Containing one sunlit field

and

The universe.

Whole.

 

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