(parenthetical thoughts of how)
after
A Road in Louveciennes, Camille Pissarro
if we are (in
this life) to
loop arm in
arm the way
we slept (away that
weekend) in
august heat, eminent and
venerable melding of
moments melting then
(we should talk)
stroll into autumn
stroll into autumn
you in a top hat
me with a parasol,
finding the meadow of
future and possible
finding the meadow of
future and possible
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