A Poem For You

The exquisite gift of being bored with you

If my life begins to wane 
into its own disappearance
and I am granted, 
by the pity of Grace, 
just one more day
to re-live from my past,

I’d ask for a day 
with you.

And not that day we hid in 
the wildflower field, 
nor the one the Moon pooled 
into a pearl and we swam
until our skin turned silver… 

I’d ask for a day that was
thoroughly mundane,
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