May 14

If you want to know
where love goes it falls
slowly like the snow
in winter and lingers
till the sun grows low
in the sky and thaws
it. Then love flows deep
into dirt and along roads
meandering in drains
until the river shows
it light and surface.
Up again. Where again
it waits for winter
for dark and cold
to fall once more.

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