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work in progress wednesday #13
i write this while you sew
I write this while you sew Solstice sun sets slow through the window on Johnson on your Johnstons and on you while you sew. I keep my head low and write this poem in our limbo. I know how the pedal hums and what it does, knowing how my world itself comes undone and on your quiet island around your fingers respun I trace your seams like moonbeams between my thumbs you say all I see is empty space and the art you're adding one by one but one night in the world one missed flight in the world it was a wrong turn that led me to this place then when everything made sense I was swimming in your deep and now I’m writing this poem for you while you sleep as things reveal themselves to me like shells on the beach every word you speak crosses an ocean and when I wake in the morning I find you sewing.
don’t give up until…
true love will find you in the end.