and I was living in the cabin in Lakeside
but it wasn't Lakeside and someone
from work was living there, partially,
and Karl came in for a smoke and I was
taking care of plants in the window:
long spindly stems or small round leaves
in little pots that required
a great deal of care. And you:
I was waiting
for you to get home, making time
pass in a dream world,
where you were right beside me
all along with your tangled
eye lashes and the deep breath
like pillows: softly and silently
filling the world
with your light.
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