Only love

I remember the morning we walked through the

city together. You know, she said, leaning into

me, there’s only love & what you do with it. & suddenly, like the first

scent of green things at the

end of winter, it was all

around me & everywhere

there were people with eyes

shining & it was so clear

they had been there all

along that I had to laugh

& wonder how I ever

thought we could fail.

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