Travel

Tell me something, you said. A story.
But sounds from the freeway pass through
the shadows of trees.
They slip into moonwhite soccer fields.
I hear something like the instincts of waves
that blindly reach their paths to shores.
Listen,
I only want to imagine how you could love me
in this far-reaching darkness,
and the distance I’ve travelled in wonder.

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