…and then there’s that sweet feeling
of a loved one
wearing something we bought them
an act that says, at least for the moment,
“You and me are cool.”
And there’s that smell in a kitchen,
which says,
“This is where you come to eat
in this place in which you live”
and the sound of the traffic-less road
which says your children are safe here,”
and there’s gravel on that road,
and there’s corn out in those fields
up here on this hill,
which always makes people ask
just how we get up here in the winter.
And starting from there,
how can I find anywhere bad?
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