1968
by Cheryl Miller

Let us lace our shoes;
let us lace our fingers.
Let us step into the night
where breezes tickle fragrances
from dripping ponderosas.
Let these scents forever link our neurons
to this moment.
Let us laugh at anything;
let us laugh at nothing.
Let lotteries of mayhem
disappear into the mist.
Let us not be anchored.
Let spring exams and summer jobs
float calmly out to sea.
Let us warm our wool and denim.
Let our stomachs drop a little;
Let us tremble just a bit.
Let us stand aside
for feelings bubbling
from bursting hearts,
and let our words be overcome by
rivulets of silence.
Let us slowly kiss
beneath the effervescent heavens,
and let us then disintegrate
to swim back to our surface.



 

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