My Love Poem For D., March 2000

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Southbound on 61—sun rising

over pastures I’ve passed

a thousand times with indifference.

This morning I notice with delight.


I still taste the dew of your kiss

as I watch birds burst from thickets

as I hum past haystacks golden with dawn.


I can’t track the steam lifting

from farm ponds.  I can’t name

the sky’s peach-pink hue.  I can’t

map the secret river of your hands.


I can say:  this love

unfolds effortless and new

like apple orchard blossoms

opening on the horizon.

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