We Could Have … ?

The first night?

A different night?

The last night?

The only night?

A different night?

And who would have thought

We could have flown so high,

Got so far; fragile bone frames

Wrapped in simple rags?

The first path?

A new path?

Strips of idol mist, steady

Slow-hand winter rollers

Of a long-run earth-patient tide.

Wedding-white moonlight,

December-frost dust midnight;

A different time?

The last time?

The only time?

Who would have thought …

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