Here is how
we meet
for now -
cut the wind in two
so it will caress you,
like my hand against your cheek
reaching across the miles
from temporal exile.
Carry a bag of grapefruit,
spicy Turkish apricots,
sweet vinegar
kale and coffee beans
call it your burden –
my head upon your shoulder.
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