as we sit
in the back yard,
talking about love,
drinking gin,
the white
limbs
of trees
alive in the wind.
the sky
like her eyes. mysterious
and green.
the glass umbrella
above us.
all that we know, was known
from the beginning.
every truth born within us.
we just add on
small details.
punctuation,
and spelling.
then a final print, tomorrow
begins.
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