its thumbprint of light
over your face
 

 

 

 

the planes are in migration
they know where they must go
 

 

 

 

capillaries of mountains
carrying water and carp
 

 

 

 

its faithfulness to the heart
do you think there is something
 

 

 

 

the thick film of sleep
to rediscover my absence
 

 

 

 

I have practised our future
over and over
 

 

 

 

my legs have memorised
the walk to your home

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