For Kathryn

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I want to remember you
                Barefoot
                      Among the buttercups
Bedecked in the creamy drizzle
                              Of warm evening light             
Surreptitiously sinking
                              Behind the orchards
While the scattered birds
                   Pipe their various
                                        Harlequin sonatas

Sometimes, when I’m with you
                          It’s like I’m seventeen
                              All over again
             Only seventeen was
                           Riddled with a lot of
                                                   Loneliness
                  Which isn’t quite as awful
                                         As it sounds, but still
                   I’d much rather have
                                                  You
                    And hibiscus beer
                                 And your sectional sofa
        That doesn’t know quite
                              How to stay put when
                                Confronted
                                         With the serendipitous
                                                    Outpouring
                                          Of our flesh –

-r. miller

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