We talked all through the baseball game,
until well past cold were our dinner plates.
I thought I saw in you
what I felt in me;
that same dogged spirit
seeking ends
to intangibilities.
We snuck through the gated peacock estate
to dance with the world, it seemed in place.
I thought I saw in you
where I could be.
But in passing by my childhood
places of memory,
I see that they've been
reconstructed upon.
Apparently, they didn't
owe me any
notice of change.
But I knew it in the hammock on that quarantined day
in that town that left gold for apples to replace.
What I still saw in you
I couldn't find in me;
that same dogged spirit
seeking ends to intangibilities.
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