stopped at the start of we did not leave until ,
i spend time with sisters who resemble another and tell different jokes
shared between the spice of a spray
that hugged onto me while i held you
how is that we walked her?
only after we found asparagus, a fruit that would bite you, a bug that did,
blackened waters only through clouds that struck down ... and the smell of a beach that takes you there,
i keep seeing her,
every where i go , like she is the painting with eyes that follow me as i walk
what is it i see looking back? we meet each other in ways
we are in the ways
ways of a followed feeling , it led us to the edge
she sits there and does not talk
because she has so much to share,
" where did you find her?"
we walked to her , and we walked her and we watched her ,
and still only the night will tell us more.