communication

rising from your breast

my slowly-withdrawing eye

finds all my wiry hair

impressed there

& should some miracle suddenly hold

that vision for eyes distant in time.

(like those old old footprints filled with rock)

the thoughtful ways behind those eyes might run

'one creature gestured to another thus'

or

'thus they clung

cold in the tropical noon

seeking warmth from each other'

tram combs

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