The view is narrowing
over time
to a faraway horizon
and the steps it takes
between heartbeats
The sound of a heater
has pushed out
birdsong
for now, but memory
fills in the gaps of warbling
A few wisps of hair
don’t diminish shared smiles
or intrude much
upon a kiss
when it’s so necessary
Old fingers plucking
the air in the shape of
a lover sculpted
from memory
and just as moveable
A gathering of chatter
between cells,
an exciting chemistry
and it’s home
wherever we choose
The Word Rummager 
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