let me jump into you (the best I can)
i want to see this morning bound over
anteloped in freedom and small footed sure steps
what clean andes joy to be in you and not the world
living purely in your language my claxon dumbed ears
to rest in downey anglelessness
hidden hunkered like North Dakota Whitetail
in your lilt shade
set me grounded again only to kiss you at
the screen door
Ryan McGivern
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