This, That, the Other

                       Your found hours and my lost minutes passionately kiss.
                                              release forces us irrevocably tight together. Hey, at
                                       instant, a revelation! You’ve made me honorary mother.
                fragments cling as if afraid to lose their lover
                                                                     in the mundane morning after. Carefully placed
                                                                     creations are left to drift off with old gutter waste—
                                                                                     this, that, and the other.


by david and sara,
with generous assistance from maggie


background notes — heptahedral


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