me and Dante's mom

for Alex

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We were kids when we met
 
Me and Dante’s mom 
We didn’t think about getting old 
not once did it cross my mind
 
I’m thinking of what you’re thinking
as you lay on your spine 
if you yawn and think about the outside
 
if the world will be delicate like a fingernail 
little cowboy on a little trail 
I’ll tell you tales about the world once ours

you’ve grown in the hours since I began to write this poem
you’ll speak in a voice I know
and when you walk it’ll be where me and your mom 
danced below the streetlight
and sang about love

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