and nasturtium leaves
in the broken breeze of a
passenger window
goin slow in the melon groves
i was the one watching
in the starboard dreams they run
in the ink on her arm they sing
in that breath of cigarette smoke
so sweet i kissed you
on the lonely nights
catching the jet trails and
wailing trains and the
highway's whisper
i heard you
so clear and loud and
pressing
i can hear you
in a sting of a bee
when i bit my tongue
or stubbed my toe
i felt you
don't think you go by unnoticed
because you're there
every
damn
day
in the flash of a moth's eye
i saw you.
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