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First light
appeared
where you left
your warmth---
a long solo love song
as the chill fog
softening up
A lonesome night train
travels through heart's winter
The rhythms suddenly
have meaning
like a small mad
happy voice
singing
in space-time
I drag my brush
slowly across the universe
like your playful
fingers running
through my uncombed hair
drifting, floating
flying, searching
for our first
song
－－7/4/04
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