i’ve been sitting in this orchard
awhile
it’s the last place
i want to be
and as such
a perfect place
to find enough distractions
laying around
keeping me maudlin
after a few days
i noticed something freaky
my eyes
though cold
from staring
wet
from crying
somehow manage
to burn
heh
and so i’ve been quite happy
sitting here
contemplating my foolish
observation
while staring at nothing
but this beautiful
damn orchard
thinking perhaps i’ve discovered
the very reason
beauty
is
and now here you finally come
dressed in the orchard’s mist
like the fact that this does not settle only for ache...but instead makes pain plain and longhand. and, damn, makes me happy.
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