In those months tending towards dreams. A poem by Sam Silva

Secluded with Rachel in this fortressed yard
with a forest of trees and shrubbery
and the street lamps further down
and the starry firmament above during the night
and in daylight that boundless sky and those brick houses
of neighbors in likewise seclusion

…all of this
like a dreamy evening kiss
of the one safe touch I keep
in those months tending toward sleep.

……..

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