we slipped into summer’s
we slipped into summer’s
rain and felt the stars
align like lost
magnets, an unseen
but insistent
pull, tugging at
the hem of my
skirt, the gossamer
trim of our
patience, the come-
hitherness of
your shirttail
.
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The come hitherness of your shirt tail … how come hither Yi Ching!
(smile)