O how I desire the ingenuity
of those blueberry mountains--
The one exception in the buffeting
and expansive sea of impossibility!
What was new is now as null
as untrodden paths or uncharned wicks.
That which ought have never met
kissed once to never touch again.
A dot plotted never joined to another.
A heart made vulnerable never reciprocated.
Yet, at that moment, in this space,
inscribed like puppy love on tree trunks...
they existed. I saw them.
Even for a blink, I scaled their heights.
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