something like moonlight–

that soft pearl dew settling into midnight screens

finally im sleeping with my window open
pretending to breathe sky
pretending to be ok

with Boston snoring next to me

i dream about big towns
simple orange flowers and a tan woman
whose hands ive watched mature

shes warm and always smiling

 distant but longing not to be

her oak hands

nervous unless theyre painting

Yea, i dream of that place
and that woman
and i try to call
this distant place home

try to smash its loneliness into something like love

pretending to be interested
pretending to be okay
pretending the traffic out there

is west wind and a rushing river

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