your great aunt paige

i used to sit alone in the forest

so i could be with everything

the more i understand

the less i say


aunt Paige had those old lady glasses with the bead chain

green kerosene lamps

and two happy terriers


time divides reality

neatly wraps our moments up individually

and suspends them as colloids

in the great river of love

billowing across the universe


like all the pink flowers

on Aunt Paige’s dress

when she got up to make you tea

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