Idle Talk

And before I know it, Spring
exhales lift us into
campfire aromas and the Train’s
whistle, greeting Night’s stillness
and saying more than my idle talk.

If I could choose, tonight would
end in itself, a forever
of our palms pressed together
and trees that sway.

But the night is not mine to choose
and I hope to see you tomorrow.

 

 

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