Pirul #4

I moved into you

like discovering my

last lover. ..the one

you’re sure will

never come.

But, you’re a place,

not a person…but…

intelligence is in things.

4 is the male number

for me. I hope that

doesn’t make me

seem puerile.

Oh sand painting finger painting

rainbow painting smelling salts painting

streets full of people painting

going on as if for the last time

with your last lover….falling apart

over the remaining years

tufts from a milkweed

blown infinitely in all directions.

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