present day preoccupations
I keep forgetting the calendar has turned
yet another page
and it’s six days into May
and I wonder where it is I’ve been
day after day after day
you tell me you love me
yet I’m far removed from such realities
preoccupied with unfinished stories
questioning what’s keeping
the hummingbirds from returning
there are places in the heart
I’ve dared yet sought to discover
afraid perhaps what I may find
and so instead I keep my mind
busily repairing someone else’s boat
that once sailed for two
may two thousand nineteen
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