Who ever believed it would get so far?
The distance between the lungs and the heart,
The breath and the beat,
Have never been
Farther
Apart.
I start to reach,
But the word lingers on my tongue.
So the world grabs my fingers,
Stilled curled,
And pulls them back.
And by then I had known just what I had begun,
My tongue made a slip as it slid into "summer sun."
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