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Let’s forget our careers

for a moment and go

on a trip somewhere.

We can sit someplace

with grass or dirt

and watch the sun rise

or fall into the flat

or mountainous horizon.

We can talk about us,

our love, the trees,

or listen to the distant

train chug away

and let silence strike

the scene, as the world

lightens up, or dims

towards orange

then black in a mist

or on a clear night

or day.

I could look at you,

in your pink

or yellow summer dress

tucked under your

knees, or draped

along the ground.

And we could call

the place home,

or we could call it nothing.

But let’s go, leave, and find

this place, just so

we can see it exists,

home, or nothing,

someplace to dance

naked, wildly, with one another

or sit with quiet smiles.