Daring Dates

(The fruit)

Temple, Brooklyn

There is a place with many avenues

No streets though,

Plenty of streams,

No streets

There was a place where the avenues turned into streets but that became too unnerving

Compasses favored less confusion

Then there was you

You knew of many streets but always constructed avenues in your head

Even as a small child; an ode to your elusive and brilliant mind

So, avenues.

Is all you know; though sometimes you secretly dream of streets to humor yourself

There was a place, there was a time;

There was you and there was me,

Then there was us.

No avenues.

Spanish streets and Mediterranean terrains appeared.

More streets. No avenues. Nothing special; nothing finite.

It just was.
Our lives and our love,
Of supreme importance.
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