The Well-done Sum

The sensitive eye drinking
stacks of silver cloud banked
high amid layers and
layers of grey-blue stretching.

The fetch of the timid
heart out from its dusty
cupboard to feel and feel
love stringing love real.

Warm hand curved clasp
and the contact pressure slight,
weighty, the best
thing in the world the

shared moment as we two
are hurled across our
time across this land
gathered/keeping/unison.

Straight lines to a place
and crossing of water -
islanded space bought freedom
walks and stones the pointing

of the past toward
the unknown state twinning
growing room fingering
the gold coin of it, the sum.

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