oh my imperfect fools
who don't even know you're on a boat.
ain't each of you a world in a bottle?
for the sake the wind
that blows across my knees, and under your shirt
let us sip each other slowly
in the shadow of the chain-link fence
let us stand under the chestnut trees, now greening
let us pebble the sidewalk
like the nuts and fallen flowers
and cool ourselves on each others depths.
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