maybe i’m long…

maybe i’m longing for that time when i’d hike five hundred miles to dream,

ignoring all the deep-set towns of sleepy snowy

New England, a hike from someone who doesn’t exist to someone that does-


Maybe I am still dreaming of climbing your apple tree up to some secret stars I have to myself

but i know when i get there i’ll just be restless and search for another 

windfall from god or your mouth, which by some remote chance steals

the unthought thoughts from my mind


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