Poetic Endeavors: Begin

Our words no longer inhabit the space

Of this stationary vehicle

In a liminal place

This illustrious campus

Where your hand met my hand

Where your fingertip touched mine

And they swirled together they glided like water

Through the creek bed where

The snow outside is quiet like us

Quiets us

A little world

of relationship with you

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