and i dug deep
into earth,
building a staircase
so you could touch the moon,
because it bended your whim,
i was happy to do so.

bend the notes
in two
in two
making sounds never heard
but for your perfect ears.

without you
i am half a breath,
a broken plate,
a sunset seen
with one eye shut,
a ship sans sails
to catch the wind's spry legs.

this troubled seed i am...
through your labor
your words are wings.
sweeping,
carrying notions
birthing lifelong fruit.

NB @ 11:34 AM

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