yes of course

on to walk a thousand tripping lives, I
missed a step, fell into place
with suns the kind of yellow
that catches dreamful leaves,
darts to land on shadowed concrete...

you are glimpsed and wishful misconceptions
which just this once are true,
following me -- me! --
down steps
through courtyards
past undesired masses,
to a place of thin steel clouds
which we could only ever glimpse.

yes, of course you're phrasing
misted understatements.
yes of course,
all worlds will falter...

two dreams down roads
that might have been different,
yet were you never
misconceived.



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