that is all there is to it
just a couple of cups and some cooking
and you're done just like that
but the ranging around in the dust
and the free form living like one lost
in echoes and constellations stuck up there
like who knows what is going to happen
and where the settling down happens after just
running out of steam with only memory
and the plans and the wanting
that just never got done until all we're left
with just the stove and the pot of beans
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