Poet Tree
Monday, February 1, 2021
Maui in a Box
Love is a kind of loneliness
It's impossible to feel
The hillside
As it lets the sun
Move through it
Or the strangers
As they fall apart
From some deadly
Hidden hurt
And at the heartbreaking yowl
Of the cat
It's as if love
Doesn't exist
It’s all there is
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