first draft

where did you come from?
I thought I’d ask. affinities
on these clustered islands
are a pleasure of the past.

west from where you don’t know
more east of here, by plane. 
and I, from earth of grains
of rocks broken down by decades.

this is a first draft.
send out our finest across the seas
best of you, best of me, face
to face what could or might be.

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