Tiny patches of squares or triangles
Of a hand sewn quilt that sometimes fit or not…
Pieces discovered, overlapped, tucked in
held together tightly
with bits of colored thread.
Do you remember
The sound that lightning makes
in the Arizona desert at twilight
before all the stars appear?
Feelings sung aloud as music
by the red Sedona clay
that stay in your heart behind the left ventricle
no matter the number of miles
traveled far away from home?
You are the only person who understands
what it feels like to have the top down
on Cave Creek Road at 75 miles an hour.
Listening to a country western storyteller
playing with the heart of an Arizona cowgirl
living in the body of a woman.
And I remember us at summer camp
in old black and whites
I still keep hidden
in the bottom of my dresser drawer.
So yesterday can be today
and I can go on loving us
the way we used to be
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